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My God watches over me. I falter like a broken clock. Tomorrow's seconds tick and trickle away. Can I ask you to wear feathers and fly away from me? This healing hand guides me awry, I stumble like a tiny child. Yesterday's years fall and falter away. Can I ask you to wear flowers and bloom alone, away from me? This idiocy spurs me on. I revel, Yes, I guess I like the pain. Today's sorrows... Today, Today, Today.. Can I ask you to wear ribbons and twirl and twist away from me? Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 07:42 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My God watches over me...."