Tuesday, December 20, 2005

A Means to an Ends Part 3

A house somewhere, on foreign soil
Where aching lovers called
Is this your goal, your final deeds
Where dogs and vultures eat?
Permitted still, I turned to go
I put my trust in you (4)
In you, in you, in you
Put my trust in you, in you

A closet can be full of skeletons or gay lovers. A house can be full of anything

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