What is this.
Burning and turning.
Inside of me.
This feeling.
Can't be healed.
How I feel?
This dream.
Now a realm.
At the palms.
Of your hands.
Sands of time.
Flow so slow.
Drowned bye.
This is to much.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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