Thursday, November 27, 2008

Toy Heart

Toy Heart
Mugged by the saints of fortune,
Dropped from high places,
Lamentation becomes an explanation.

Toy Heart,
the truth is inconvenient
The high wire is nowhere for
you to play on once
the skin of luck is lost

But there are sins and there are sins
And these skins are skins
For dancing in.

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