Wednesday, February 13, 2008

She takes photographs of people she knows

She brings out the best and worst in them
And god is buried deep in the folds
Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told
She used to laugh at everything old
It was a joke that never aged a bit
But when they robbed her of her infinite smile
She said maybe I'll just play dead for a while

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