O tag your it C

March 31, 2010
The {O} real is bright The {C} quite white, never ending game of unsuccessful tag, never to catch up and never to touch, always to come and go and the other one nears,
sometimes it drives the {O} to tear, the {C} stays quite, until the {C} starts to riot, sending down shoots, of anger and rage,
waiting for the day to relinguesh it cage, of darkness and sorrow, it goes a way now for today is tomorrow, arrives the {O} bringing its clouds so its smile don't show, darks and feirce, they disperse as they burst, bring back all the joy and the sorrow, darkness comes at noon to stay, covering the {O} the {C} wants to stay

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