Man, that would be sweet.


Learning to cry againI taste each tear Foreign, salty An eternity, I've spent trapped Immobile, prostrate in dry riverbeds My arms, like mud, I cannot raise Above the banks to seek my fateLearning to cry again
For fear I might drown I would not cry My skin became dry and cracked Like old shields that shatter In the wind of empty voices
I hid my face from the sun In hopes that no light should reach My somber eyes And reflect the mem'ries of suffering spied
My heart grew swollen with sorrows unladen But when the dam burst, no tears remained I had replaced the with
Hoshikuzu 2
I also like your Table-suspension-
and where in the world did you find such a lonely table!
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Cosmically does it all really matter?
I mean. No thanks.
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{Life is nothing but a rocksong}
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If my life was a movie I know I would have a great cast and crew. It's the plot I can't figure out.
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