Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Again


Your eyes,
Your eyes.

Some bugs bugging you.

To late.
Don't stop.
Want me to help you.

Her voice,
Her voice.

Runs...runs...runs...
Into the the tree's.

Burn your fires,
suddenly it stops.

It's the same,
the same.

Again,
the waters peel
the skin,
Again,
The wind see's right through me.
Again,
Her voice seeps into my ears.

Again...

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