posted on Oct, 3 2013 @ 05:07 AM
reply to post by emile
for what is to come in an hour so great so down to the moment i like to think in time of disarray, finding moments fragments of peace.
tasteless meals tasteless life of the river flowing with the thoughts of abandoned children i pleaded for the time to wane into the darkness of
For which to go for the foot of man? knows not where to step, for he his a child. born in the hopes of hallowed thought made real, for time churns in
wake of the valley of the eye that shows the inner side of it. The mud in your hand, in your eye, and inside of your mind
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