Saturday 11/08/2008 02:25:00 AM

The tabloid. Her skin. Without a cover. The journalism. Of eager hearts. There is no winner. Just the two evils. Lesser not an option.

I tried to warn him. The world was forgetting. Brilliant men. It seemed insincere. Since I didn't really believe he was one of them. But he heard me still the same. The aardvark in its burrow. The ant in its colony. As if bruises were enough. To recall. The fervor of their grip.

Dead men in their pale fountain. The pennies scrape the bottom. For unfulfilled wishes. The world wants to save itself. No one else in particular.

The wolf imitates grandma.

How are we to know the difference.

Between assassins and saviors. When no one will teach us?

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