Concealed, by 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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