Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Rusted Apparatus

Why suppose your wanted?
All I do is give.

And the takers use the givers.
And the givers take the heartbreak.

And the givers accept the broken.


Some machine's breakdown.
Others don't start back up again.

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