Mid-Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle
- Love cannot be a game of Russian roulette
- Life isn't a collection of toil and sweat
- The world will wait for me to make my mark
- The truth is we're all here in the dark
- Little survives of the past in the present
- But our pristine wounds hide in the remnants
- Like the eye of a hurricane at the end of a storm
- Torn asunder and twisted as it was borne
- I click my heels three times on the ground
- A gun goes off without making a sound
- I used to think this life was rare
- Now I'm sitting across from you and there's smoke in the air.
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6 Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle7 Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle8 Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle9 Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle10 Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle11 Winter-Spring, New York, NY, 2008 - J. Waggle12 Winter-Spring, New York, NY, 2008 - J. Waggle13 Winter-Spring, New York, NY, 2008 - J. Waggle
