Monday, November 2, 2009

Two is


All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall. *

How many families I have.
How many chances I think people should get.
How many fingers I raise in class when I’ve something to say.
How many times I’ve been broken up with.
How many passions I feed.
How many people I trust.
How many countries I’ve lived in.
How many books I carry along when I go out.
How many clubbing nights I’ve had in Macon.
How many twos are in my age.
How many scars I have.
How many it takes to tango.



* Pink Floyd – Outside the Wall

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