Sunday, November 15, 2009
In every instance
My mind is unfolding
Bedtime or realtime
Loveless or stalling Bedtime or realtime
Flattering so pretty
Endlessly greedy
Causing a numbed life
Or giving me wifflings
The wind is comming harder
Thoughts like leaves swirling
My mind bleed my life
And life blow my mind!
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