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Tuesday, February 8, 2011





Feet wounded from always running
Around your world, so deceiving.
Eyes tainted brown and dirtied
By the sinful mud, so putrid.
Soul exhausted from always fighting;
All you wanted is to go somewhere unseen.
Climb the wall that bounds the heavens;
Forget the land which kept you hidden.
Walk the line of certainties clear;
When you reach the end, disappear.





Even if I were to disappear off the face of the earth, you wouldn't even notice it.