Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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~
Swirling wisps of smoke
make their way through the rain
The sky's an ominous shade of gray
And we begin to fall again
From shaky pedestal to cloud
to Earth

The world's only so wide
And I can only run so far
Lightning fills the darkening sky
and I almost hear the beating of your heart
Above the music
Almost
~

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