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little street

Righteous JammerRighteous Jammer Posts: 509
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
wind seems tired to me
raindrops are boring me
always falling down

grey skies
they make my head turn
to the wrong highway

still it's the
only way I know
back home
to little street
It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
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  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    Philosophical edge, poet.




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  • Righteous JammerRighteous Jammer Posts: 509
    And our eyes and pretend not to see......
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
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