Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Friction Burn

Dust calms with a silent settling brought about by an opposing irony. Hiding in the glory of all the melancholy life can buy. Every fiber awake but tired. If it were not for the wood grain would age even be a factor? Noisy steel on steel speaks loudly but lacks confidence. Steady as she goes. Steady as she goes.

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