time spent wasting shadows
with the birds, flying away, with these words, going astray, emotionless, motionless, the poison of fun, the poison of one too shallow to drown, in timeless motion, waiting to jump, rescue me from shallow gravestones, i cannot see what i have created, i cannot create. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 06:05 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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"with the birds,..."