you are sitting naked on shifting sand,
a dream and a memory in each hand,
you mirror a mirage moving alone,
you call out but it is gone,
the road that brought you here
is dragging you back
the light you thought was near
is fading to black-Nausher
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
you are sitting naked on shifting sand,
a dream and a memory in each hand,
you mirror a mirage moving alone,
you call out but it is gone,
the road that brought you here
is dragging you back
the light you thought was near
is fading to black-Nausher
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