Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Mon Souffle



I am youth, I die now
When your hands curl around me
I aspire, I consume all
the colors you've thrown me
I lie, deep in your shadow
I rise to meet the time
When you speak I fly down
To the land of
The Righteous,
I can't find my
Sentences
Anymore
I see better than I saw
When your light was still
Shining

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