a poem

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December 2007 edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

walking along the ocean floor
emptiness
thirst
rising
dry

there is no progression
only depth
emptiness
thirst
rising
dry

all these little stories i write
they dont reach out
or make the save
emptiness
thirst
rising
dry

for this night i plan the flow
hopeful the pill
is capable of dreams
onto the other side
another goodbye

set your laughter free

dreamer in my dream

we got the guns

i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out