February 1, 2011
By , trumansburg, NY
I am drunken words,
letting the sober thoughts breathe.

I am twisted dreams,
leting the consious mind leak.

I am higher then a kite,
wanting to leave with the breeze.

I am young,
and old in a way.

I am free,
but chained to the sink.

I am broken,
though i am whole.

I am beleif,
while at once being dream.

I am me,
simply put.

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