Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Scream
A pair of eyes, Shut wide. Just two lips, Sewn together. My two hands, Not able to clap. Wounded, bandaged Left raw. Crawling, dancing Spinning I am, On this razor. And you will listen When My body speaks.
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