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By it dosent matter Date: 2006 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.08.23.24.26508]] |
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night drifts slowly down and funny how the mind plays images open never fade and of hopes.... would that it could rain instead of air too stale leaving its taste deep in the lungs so different from the heady syrup of rain as it cleans my mind plays these games in an ever widening spiral the edge of a maelstrom centered 'pon a simple image a storm of unbelievable proportions unquenchable emotions riot lit from within by passions rage your image carved so from pain in every line agony all of this i never let you see nor will i ever and would that it could rain instead of this air far too stale as the night drifts slowly down the mind begins once more to play... |