blind to wayward, by Mary Magdalene
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neutral is my worst enemy
it's sky-high or
grounded
there is no other way
a dynasty is ending
it's either fireworks
or funerals
tell a girl not to cry
yeah, try to keep the sun
from setting
so i'm speechless
and not ready
to face the fading
rainbows
think another upper
will subside the down?
the girl
is feeling
so little and insignificant
so the tides go
in and out
and i am seaweed
in the drift |
Posted: 2008-06-03 21:18:16 UTC |
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