I just feel so totally and
utterly helpless
I just want
to go where its
really sharp where
you sawed through me
like an illusionist ... that was
something else ... I can't seem to
get back there ... getting lost in the
blizzard on the way ... they murdered
my soul on the way up your mountain ...
and now I rattle round it like a ghost dancing
with the mist has no head and the wind cries Mary
© Lizarikk
10am, 20.02.13. misc draft
10am, 20.02.13. misc draft
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