Deafening outside noise, inner silence still triumphant
shut my eyes, saw you at the corner of my mind
this deep malady I must shunt
for what goodness could I get if I do not find?
time clicking so fast, my time getting even slower
this place seems so familiar, I've been here before I'm sure
still dazed with the burning fire
edges I memorize but this isn't something I want to inure
raise me up. bring me to the horizon
running like a child i can no longer do
perhaps some family needs an orphan
with a mess inside she can never undo
Friday, February 13, 2009
because
Milk Spilled by BEATORRES at 3:51 PM
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