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Wandering Soul

The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Let me flow into the ocean, Let me get back to the sea. Let me be stormy and let me be calm, Let the tide in, and set me free.

Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Have It Your Way.

Hold me
Touch me
Need me
Want me
Feel me

Leave me
Ignore me
Brush past me
Laugh at me

Stample on me
Trample me
Crush me
Finish me

Gone.

Posted by From Times Past. at 14:10

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