The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Suicidal





Once you say it's over


A jingle; a jinx; an Iberian Lynx


Prancing, running towards extinction


Beyond correction, introspection, and predilection


Out of medication and over your head over the rainbow No


where? Somewhere skies are blue and your box of Lucky Charms is new.





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