Ok, I wrote this and I'll give 10 points to whoever can figure out what I meant.
When freedom glows inside one lonely moment
And stars are shaped to match your lovely torment,
Look up, look up! The sky is made of tears!
Look down, look down! The ground is built on fears!
But no... you sigh and smile... and forget
As if your lonely freedom doesn't fret,
As if the naked pages can escape
And glow despite their useless state,
As if they're blind, they cannot see
That bloodstained ink that kills the glee
Inside their mortal history
Because it doesn't set them free.
2006-11-17
06:15:23
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ava c
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