If you're green, lie to me;
but understand i'm in.
When are you back to the Sleeping Place?
Carry me there, a blackness evermore;
if only (to burst)-
At last, Defeat! Plots...
A heavy trot i've heard- a song.
I'm living in a week of minutes as
you
creep
along.
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i like this. and also ur profile song on myspace. the two things combined kinda made my day. now ur thinking does this chick have a life? no...
seriously though...your poetry is nice.
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