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Weeds

February 7, 2009
By Fancymedead SILVER, La Habra, California
Fancymedead SILVER, La Habra, California
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Eating the weeds from the grass you slept in last night.
Don't look down or you'll fall from the moon.

Can you pick yourself up?
can you make it home?
Jump, and hope god will save you.

No faith.

No G.O.D

Just you

Bruised and rotting
You make it seem easy

Dream in the fields of all those yesterdays
and pick the weeds for the hope of tommarrow.

Lullaby sing.


The author's comments:
Writing is my passion, i just want to inspire or touch somewhere where no one has gone like many authors have touched me.

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