Why are we held up curled deep at arms length away? Flashing our studded dismay with practiced specialty. Of keeping the pain out, bouncing it off like mirror tricks, at the beach on a sunny day. Blind them first before the light can get in. Cut to the quick slash of empty within. Ringing bells toll of clocked space in emotional desire. Empty want wiggles free in a solid march with destiny. In a solemn walk of the great divide, taken with passions death kiss, upon Egos pride. Localized numbing inserted in voluntary mass.
Thinking one more caged bird might give peace a chance……………
FenniganT 4.5.11
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