Mon, 03/17/2014 - 00:04 -- cyti527


Can we build that sand castle the wind blew,
Or fill the bottles we drained?
Will you help me piece these halves to two,
Or is this ending here to stay?

Redraw the lines we erased
Leave some bread crumbs in your wake
But tell me, can we retrace
Out this maze we made?

Why do threads come lose?
Did the sun knew of the moon?
The leaves, they don't grow for winter,
To be green only to wither.


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