Make It Stick
By leahcullen
“Make It Stick” As birds take flight, The Eagles glare, Flying high, But no ones there, All alone in the sky. Flying deep, In secret time. Fingers bleed, To numb the pain, Why is everything so insane? Time is short, And passing quick. So take this life, And make it stick. -Leah Cullen- -11-04-2002 Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 08:00 PM PST 0 • 10
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