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I stand on the edge of a cliff
the roar of the waves beneath me
and stare into the night sky
it is raining now
I scream into the void
all of the pain of the past
I give it up to the ocean and sky
To where do we go from here, my brothers
What once was, shall no longer be for us
That well traced road is as the others
Now broken and void of that former trust
We were once bound by invisible ties
This is my story... From the beginning, I was being lead onYou had a thing for me; you were out to get meI mean as a child I wouldn't think to have to react to a feeling this strongI laugh today thinking that I never remember a day where you smile
She grows in a special pot.Made of wires and fear.Commonly broken and torn through.But always put back in her place.She's cared for and dusted,Her eyes behind the glass box,Sees a world she can never touch,And a world that will never touch her.Sh
Salmon colored fuzz
over the piddling sandy hills,
take care of my sister,
who is now a part of you.
Grant her the jubilance
which you brought us
this weekend.
A hand of tension
One finger down at a time
Three...Two...One
Eyes close
The wind blows
The rain falls
The house falls
The cradle tips
A tear drops
Our hearts break
I love
burying myself under
the soft waves
and forming a new, blind world
under the wet, blue blankets
