I've been the king, I've been the clown. Now broken wings can't hold me down. I'm free again. The jester with the broken crown, it won't be me this time around to love in vain.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Emptiness
The streets now feel hollow and empty without the policemen that have been infesting town, taking up valuable oxygen.
Beware, one and all. The streets in town are no longer safe.
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