September 2009
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What do you see when you live at the center of...
You’re a gonner, you’re always gone In and out of reality as you spin within your own tempest Eyes change from blue to gray as your world darkens Remember when they were clear and bright? The days when we breathed together in the autumn rain Now your voice echoes like the bottles that break nightly And I can’t find you when you’re wrapped in smoke Take yourself uphill,...