Oct 15, 2009 19:08
Nights like this I wonder
Why do I do it,
Pushing these bones
With no place to go?
No where to belong.
Rising to expectations
To say that it's done,
Only to fall.
I could be explosive
In the capitol dome;
I could be fire light
That burns and burns.
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If we do not burn
How will darkness come to light?
-hikmet
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