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Come Back
Contributed by
smg
on
Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 11:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I'm calling me back in to me,
Whispering cursed yields
Filled by hatred,empty minded,
Other whatevers,blue skies
Hysterical dreams...so I run.
Selfish guardian of my stories,
You are me or I am you?
Each second lights the bridge between us,
Closer.Closed.
The voice whispers ahead inside my head her story,
But I won't obey...I'll walk my way!
I'm waiting me back into me,
Annoying the falling leaves from eyes,
Out in the storm I'm holding a piece of iron
To find my blue thunder
From my forgotten heavens.
Just waiting...
Whoever.Wherever.Whenever.
Whatever.
Copyright ©
smg
... [
2003-09-28 23:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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