A tree
If i opened my mind
shadows shelter
for all
with weeds
look in
know how
found out
main lights
dont bring me down
rinse me out
Donnas
got me cooking
so sick
im sick
burning
wear my hungry sky
smile
im
half
a sound
i
shoot
through you
we the ones that came to burn it
tired of handles still they turning
Sunday, 17 April 2011
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