Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, April 5, 2010
Drunken Dreams
Drunken dreams make me suspicious of me, and I wake up into the day trying not to deny myself, I walk out in the open hoping that the truth will guide me and I can operate as the one I was before and the one that I am most used to.
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