Escape Yourself

January 28, 2012
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With the secrets you keep
You must be very discrete

Against all odds.
The diamonds break
The golden skin flakes

A creature will stir.

Time ticks by
The sparks will fly
Underneath the lasting sky.
The question will change.

The ground will crunch
The bugs will munch.

Grab the hand
Journey through this land.

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