---knocking--
Knocking at my door with words that create rage
holding in your hand, the words, his words
telling me to beleive what you beleive
as though I have no beleifs of my own
His words are not your words
you can not take them as your own
as if you are the only one who understands what his words mean
what his message was
Maybe I could knock on your door
and sprout out my beleifs
I don't think you'd enjoy that
would you... whats your address???
Words by Helen Warren
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Written on 2009-05-26 at 04:14
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