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The Day
Contributed by
wood
on
Thursday, 23rd December 2010 @ 07:35:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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Burning inside, i roast slowly
you're biding my time, living life lowly
i wonder the day when i will be free
the day i'll take hold of my destiny
the very day that i can be me
not a single space on my canvas will be left empty.
i'll paint this town,live it up, and tear it down
the world will be my oyster, and i the grain of sand to become the pearl
i'll pry myself of my confines and unleash myself upon the world
without fear, tear, or pressure from my peer, i'll go it alone.
towards a path unknown, one without clones
I'm going to build a world all my own.....
.... made of Ecstasy and Patron.....
Copyright ©
wood
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2010-12-23 19:35:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Day
(User Rating: 1 ) by Aworldofemotions on
Thursday, 23rd December 2010 @ 09:23:41 PM AEST (User
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