Words happen
Sunday, December 30, 2012
names
Someone has to know
how I have no chance
at moving forward
away from this sinkhole
'neath my skin
Mountains in the sky
colors bleeding, dying
Greeting the clouds while
hanging from the stars
inside these dreams of
everything I am
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