November 11, 2008

The Town of Us

Over my heart your love rests like a badge, a proud officer serving and protecting the town of Us

Incorporated in the year of eight and two thousand, we build for a future uncertain

The uneven girders jab and jut high into the sky, the physical manifestation of our emotional blueprints

It is unknown the depths to which we will grow, furthermore, what it will take to survive

This singular fact as certain as light is to the day

I shall never tire

Itchy Fingers, Scratchy Words

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