05 January 2009

A Poem for the Blind . 7

hollow is the water buying a grave
seeds another lover two again today
what I was just writing hearing what was said
now is just another play me out again
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naming underwater naming again
we were just another dying for friends
here is third and call her one two send
I am but the ever loving master of the end
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boil under a solid cup that's made of glass
blue is of another red is of the past
leching color martyr under armour race
knew the time before me heavens only face
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she did say another broken water pay
will he stop his lover am i in his way
killing all the puppets water runs away
saving all the children fire water day