Wednesday, December 16, 2009

theyre gonna take me.

i got this thing eating me up all inside

like a fresh cup of coffee to my throat

that amusingly i seem to love

i see it moving back and forth

north to south to life and death

its like an oxymoron with an answer

solemnly but not possible

would this be always?

a dark surreal routine

think of the possibles

that asked you to march

well thang sometime.

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