December 8, 2010
I see the wind blow softly
through the atmosphere

Sending chills down the spines
of the young

I feel the warmth of the suns

the heat and light ignite the
self proclaimed flame

I taste the sour of life and
society staring down upon
my face

glares cause the cracks in
my skin to shrill and shriek

I smell the beauty of a dozen
roses i bought her for our

I cant help but think that being
alone is my prophecy

Now that your gone it's in the

All I'm trying to do is slow down

You and I

Are moving to fast

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