| Early Morning Thoughts I grow tired of sitting on needles and pins I want the end to begin just let it happen, get it over as I watch someone�s fading shadow disappear into the distance I realize it is mine as I stand in the debris, knee deep in the ruins of dreams I surmise my future Deciding to become just a speck of dust in the darkened canyons of your mind a fading memory of someone something that should have never been so I start the procession moving by following my own footsteps out the door in to never again and beyond IcyHeart 01/02/03 |
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