13 July, 2004 - 09:32
Smells like garbage In the subway. I can smell my life in its most putrid state, beginning to decompose. Decomposition brings options. My old life is pushed out And new life rushed in with the Accuracy of a needle poke Or a lab test. I've got today, still.
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