lunes, 5 de octubre de 2009

framework

"Oh my eyes,
they don't see
anything at all
of what you speak.
Or my mind
lies to me
to play along
with anyone I see.

It's too big
how you draw,
I lie trampled over feet.
It's too dark
it's too deep,
I wait steady for sleep."
she said upon retreat

Kill the night
Shake the thread
You may take a ride
Or stay in bed

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