The Sifting Sands
By hellotica
The Sifting Sands Jace left without a trace not even a face would ever recall him Wayne left on a train he loved so but in vain now resolved but insane he wants only to find her Will searched on a hill lived for the thrill but ended up a kill for the winter chill that easily found him I knew a man half alone sifting sand splitting stone now lost in a quagmire of bleaching bone written on a marker was you can never go home (but who would want to anyway) Round the bend and broken hearted I wish these things had never started or from the past I'd never parted I'm like a cold stiff body thats been carted to someplace it knows not where but doesn't want to be Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 01:59 PM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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