Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Walking above the ground, 

hiding in the distance,
lurking while I wilt behind
Looking like a stone left to crumble and die
I have blown away.
pieces all over the world
from the mistakes we all make
Meta morph into something never done before.
I keep blurring out and can't remember a thing, but one thing sticks within, the scar left inside.

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