Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Oh Lord!
Forgive me for being on this fast track,
This train keeps passing the stations I’m suppose to be getting off.
A night here in paradise has my soul tumbling down a muddy hole.
Talking to the spirits that might be around.
With a candle lit, tears are muddled with super nova voices I can’t seem to hear.
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