DAVID GERARDINO (9/19/1963)
WHEN PEAPLE HIDE,
WHEN peaple hide, they bury the keys and locks.
WHEN peaple hide, they throw away their passions,
and cover it with spit and white dirt.
WHEN peaple hide, they turn out the lights, and
light a blue candle.
Submitted: Thursday, May 18, 2006
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