i'm too worked up to work out

2005-10-05 11:12 a.m.

organization in times of crisis, a map that marked out
all your footsteps
over the last eight months you wandered
aimless amidst the city's projects

all straight lines with points in between them, caught making weapons out of decisions, this is costing a fortune in pay cuts and pensions, so, lover
won't you let me in? lover, won't you give your notice

so we can run away again?

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