December 2011
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“Must be nice, the buffet of a lusty life; but when you’re poisoned by what...”
– K R A V E N
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Somewhere is your heart.
Memories of you
play like a symphony in my head,
as I dream away on a stream
flowing down my bed.
The river wasn’t turned enough,
to ferry me back to your heart,
so I float along, all alone.
The warmth of your glow gone cold to the touch and dark
Singing a hollow song,
beating my tired and broken drum.
Wondering why you’re not safe where we belong.
I don’t know...