Concealed, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

so much noise
but so little i hear
lost in my thoughts
my mind consuming me.
so much activity
but so little i see
being in my world
seeing only straight ahead.
so much beauty
but so little shows
in this murderous winter.
this is through my eyes
and i feel it all.
Posted: 2005-01-31 20:26:43 UTC

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