waffle

Dec 20, 2007 00:25

Like the cold water,
running down your spine.
Impossible to pass through safely.
Your in a one, two, three kind of mood,
yet neither speed nor accuracy will be your savior.
lighter then air,
yet these footsteps land the same.
The breeze,
flowing, wrapping around you.
Unable to travel the clouded roads so familiar.
A hurricane among the weeds and waste.
Don't freeze my dear.
Warm yourself by a star.
Save for the moon or the sun,
you have been freed.
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