High Notes
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
My Own
Over my shoulder
Lied what I never understood
It had a source
A fear in some darkness
Surrounded by energies
If I wish
Words are will
Being is far far away from darkness
No other door
And yet the process that never ends
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