Saturday, December 10, 2005
they paint the night.
they show their might
of blind who flock
and follow the clock.
the sudden wail
its hand is still;
midst flashing light
sign's bleeding bright
her face is worn
much like stone;
'mongst them she stares
of whom she cares.
im really really tired.
i dont want to sail no more.
i just want to dance my life away.
tralala.
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