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In the great wide empty there is company calling
Miles of shores wanting you home
from a place you no longer know
Millions of people inside the dream.
The captives and the lonely, floating under
colors of trains that drum right by
There is truth inside your lie
but who wants that.
The wicked sharing the night,
Listless and harboring this void
Close enough to taste
Nothing is as empty as this
But surely a whole that murdered
Beautiful naughty, callous woman
Who wants your eyes
under the dismal sky.
casts prism into your soul.
Who wants to see that.
The fiction sells.
The lies complete.
And the truth
| i think you are falling back into it just fine|
keep practicing, keep working that structure and style, and i think you'll be spectacular
i like the idea in this
|| Posted on 2007-10-05 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ] |