the countdown

November 26, 2010
let it out, let it speak, is my independence shattering over me. a single moment, a hint of relief, breath sparrow breath, fly back to me. open dictionary fallow through cellar doors just to see words written. smile my simple little lyric, simple insperation, words grew, time short. a blunt crime in black and white, words speak for themslves, pillows buried underneath the sheets, you've gotta countdown to see me.

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