when my mind slips
and my soul rips
memories return
fill the funeral urn
of my wasted life
with the unnecessary strife
angry words
like buffalo herds
come to my lips
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 11:46 PM UTC
when my mind slips
and my soul rips
memories return
fill the funeral urn
of my wasted life
with the unnecessary strife
angry words
like buffalo herds
come to my lips
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