from millbank, on.
empty footsteps on a frozen street, lead no revolutionary path, my friend.
march on, cause-less rebel, alone.
[no entertwining of hands here, we are just dreamers, ex- lovers with a plane to catch.]
STOP. red, yellow, green -- "go."
car talks teach more truth through modern-day enflamed prophets.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 14:49
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