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By CryingShame58 Date: 2008 Jan 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.26.17.43.21166]] |
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The forecast is deep and raw, cold and clear, As I watch fragments fall what i hold dear. Where's the hidden reward, sacred and rare? When toxic conditions arise out of thin air. Triggers rush through our veins, aches and sears, Trusting the gravitational pull from you warns no fear. Stuck here on this merry go round, mystical and harsh, Realizing the jump from chaos is not that far. Surviving your magic is a gamble, reckless and bold, Because there's no way i can pay the heavy toll. |