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:: Tuesday, May 06, 2003 ::

Apathetic Sighs

As a leaf tumbles to the cold concrete
Across the ocean thousands of children cry of hunger,
A mother cries over her lost son,
And across the street a man takes his own life.

A couple talks about a midterm just completed,
And at the exact same time
A man takes a shit in his aqua-marine tinted bathroom,
And a star explodes.

A man spasms as his orgasm ripples through his body,
And during that moment
A boy places a toy in his mouth and chokes to death,
his pudgey face turning sickly blue.

As a leaf tumbles to the cold concrete
My dreams are extinguished,
A little girl learns that Santa Claus doesn't exist,
And the world continues on.

:: Rick Kitagawa 2:26 AM [+] ::
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