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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A☂12:12 AM
Walking down the staircase made of glass sealed in time
frozen upon my footsteps being bounded by knives
leaving today and disappearing tomorrow
i can only smile rather than fill my soul with sorrow
and i
can finally breathe and inhale the light
through my
eyes
you can’t expect anything coming from the blind
worms are slowly crawling into the sockets of my eyes
i guess it doesn’t help that the only thing inside is
the apple that has blinked from red to black
love only comes around when you don’t want it back
and i
can finally breathe and inhale the light
through my
eyes
you can’t expect anything coming from the blind
and i
can finally breathe and inhale the light
through my
eyes
you can’t expect anything coming from the blind