the stupor is pulling at my feet
like the strings of a heart
hoping to be saved
but instead becoming dull
the subdued mind washes itself away
into a pond of longing and shame
yet the lily pads invite you to play
and somehow everything will be okay
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
the stupor is pulling at my feet
like the strings of a heart
hoping to be saved
but instead becoming dull
the subdued mind washes itself away
into a pond of longing and shame
yet the lily pads invite you to play
and somehow everything will be okay
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