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blinded....definitive proof of ego satisfied
or under design
entrenched by loving sentiment i use my soul to cover my eyes
but am i alive


i belong here right beside the undertow
walking in circles silver cherubs dance around the pagans fire but theyre dying in the winter of my eyes
and im not satisfied


the freak estimated weak, told he has a problem and backed away from the peak
aye
i dont wonder where the heart has gone
because its still singing my song

can you hear it


you feel it

but this is just another day

would you hold it

or fold it

lets just watch it fall away

because its right here near you
and i can hear you wondering what to do with it
hold it
it still fits

i will still be here for one day or more years
waiting aint a crime


when all it takes is time






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On Friday February 16th, 2007, Endifference (274) writes:
Pretty cool write. -END



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