Saturday, November 13, 2010

conspire

It's so sour;
there are times you feel it just fits there.
but most of the time you don't. a wasted dream keeps streching on the horizons you once believed were probable to cospire to conquer.
do you conspire to hold me down?
do you conspire to hold?
do you conspire to hold me down?

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