May 2010
Vultures fly above the sky
Guarding memory leaks,
And occasionally through the cracks
My thoughts begin to seep:
Some about me and most about you,
I'd wish we'd never met.
A contradiction through and all,
Because without you I'd burn to death.
Guarding memory leaks,
And occasionally through the cracks
My thoughts begin to seep:
Some about me and most about you,
I'd wish we'd never met.
A contradiction through and all,
Because without you I'd burn to death.
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