Monday, 25 May 2009

Lonely breaths keep you counting.
Introvert, unsatisfied.
Kid, where's your hope?

Looking for action,
But you stumble and fall.
Kid, where's your pride?

Turn to danger:
Footsteps numb.
Kid, where's your thought?

Flames that dance
Through a wickersky
Kid, you can't die.

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