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Monday, December 1, 2008

Rem!cks

When it's quietest, I'll sit here and just waiT
Every word of the day travels down my mind's patH
Let my mind rest, a temporary escapE
Closely look now, as mist fogs up the glass
Only a thin sheet between high and loW
My thin sheet of see-through soul, my cracking alibI
Each sliver of space a scar from lonely time on my owN
This hurts more to say than think, I've come to finD
True, it's taken more than just a minute or sO
Once it's finished, it doesn't sound that bad, you knoW?