WAYS OF LIFE
No reason, maby there is, a shining sun within your arms, a speck of hope that reaches the heavens, is there a way for me? Can I be taken? OR should I find my own ways? A great journey cals, what is binding me? A chain of iron, a chain of dust, Wish not I to break it, thou art the one.Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 00:55
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