Friday, May 15, 2009 @ 5:57 AM
Each push another burden of a ton breathing pathetically begging for more air while in a fast stride a river of sweat runs down the forehead dropping like bombs on the piece of cloth that runs swiftly through With my arms losing willpower they sag down like puppets A sight of red tape with a crowed awed by the first person i feel a sudden rush of aderline and pick it all up as i cross the finsh line everything fades and i hear a parade of excitement around me I wish i can make up. |
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There could be fogOr maybe just a mist And inexplicably I'll fade to white Vanish, and be gone Or it could be night Then you will discover A space so hollow A quality of missing Each hour more bottomless than the last But it will be nothing The howl must strike the right resonant frequency Then, only then Perhaps glimpse a puff of breath You must utter Jerks you from your sleep And you will know how And know what missing is Talks
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