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I feel each day pass me by Without a word, without a cry; Desire wells up at the gentle tease Of the fresh and alive, god-child sea breeze. The food I eat is damp and stale, Stolen from the life I cannot exhale. And worst of all, the people, real, Going about their business still Ignorant to the one that hides Beneath their feet, breathing lies.
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 7:55 PM UTC
Stowaway
I feel each day pass me by Without a word, without a cry; Desire wells up at the gentle tease Of the fresh and alive, god-child sea breeze. The food I eat is damp and stale, Stolen from the life I cannot exhale. And worst of all, the people, real, Going about their business still Ignorant to the one that hides Beneath their feet, breathing lies.
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 7:55 PM UTC
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