And it rushes through me,
a force of power,
the weight of loneliness,
unbounded in it's affliction,
aided by the rumination,
the thoughts that slip through my head,
through a sieve they fall,
and I feel it again,
that pulse I have succumbed to.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
And it rushes through me,
a force of power,
the weight of loneliness,
unbounded in it's affliction,
aided by the rumination,
the thoughts that slip through my head,
through a sieve they fall,
and I feel it again,
that pulse I have succumbed to.
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