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from beneath the nails, crying harder and harder, beckoning to continually play at the expense of themselves. identical to our love, as we cry harder and harder, still we will never seek to end our struggles.
in the midst of these sadly hued barriers the pen does stroke, a song from the soul sings itself to this piano duet, thoughts of destiny and purpose ring themselves as each finger tabs the ivory. it's nearly flowing, it's nearly there - that place where emotions yearn to find themselves...
a lost focus, a lost perception i look down on this paper, but as my mind bleeds anxiety, my thoughts go no where. if the ink could tell stories from inside, they would attempt to show you that this isn't right, that i wanted more, that i wanted honesty.
trippoliath added this comment 2008-09-09 20:54:44-05:00
thats thuper.
trippoliath added this comment 2008-09-09 20:54:44-05:00
thats thuper.