Oh, I have been released.
My river had dried.
I was dying of thirst.
But now words flood my mind.
I want to make,
To create.
To BE.
Oh, I have been released,
And nothing could feel
So good.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Oh, I have been released.
My river had dried.
I was dying of thirst.
But now words flood my mind.
I want to make,
To create.
To BE.
Oh, I have been released,
And nothing could feel
So good.
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