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Hath falling ceased, The depths have reached me, I call again. . . Silence. No more do I ensue you, You. . . Yours not, but my will, Ceased. It is unwise to hold such an aspiration. . . Moment Being. . . Betwixt myself, amongst pressures. Not Here. Nor Where they implore, Where they implore I must go. I do not wish amongst myself to become lost, I do not wish to fall slave to thy shackles. Hath found my Place. . . Disinclined to Yours. Refine still, I must upon Valley's ne'er to be traversed. . . Build I must still, walls of Wisdom; of Truth, Atop mountains. My Place I'll stay. Betwixt Here, nor There. . . My Place.
I Rest.
My Place
Poem By Killionare
gothgirl added this comment 2011-08-04 02:38:50-05:00
love this!
gothgirl added this comment 2011-08-04 02:38:50-05:00
love this!