Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Jeoulsy is not flattering And yet green is my color What can I say When you fluant And I stare Do I glow like the trees How sad, more like a monster I try to keep my cool But Pride doesn't suit you Either
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