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Untitled
Contributed by
TheTimeOf
on
Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 11:18:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Coffee is the murky liquid that echoes the mud
Slowly creeping to the doorstep of my denial
I wonder as the sky dawns with thick gray again
If this will ever be set free
Twirling in some realm only we could reach
What would I say to you now as the rain trickles down my nose
I have lost my way
The fields of dandelions slowly wither to this desert of sand
Creation of the cage that shutters and groans
As I battle with this need
I believe in the wind the only thing left to me when all else fails
Becomes misunderstood
You can never know these aches, these longings
That burn within like the fire that raged to high so many years ago
Numbly I stare out over this void this vast space of empty murmurs
Women yet so very minded like a child
I continue to endure over and over with no idea how
The sun comes back to this place
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2005-07-04 11:18:45] (Date/Time posted on
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