Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
#87
So
up in smoke
Or in the land
In a barrel in the ocean
on a boat
Down the hatch
Wherever you may sleep
Or meet the tears
we weep
Know this
You didn't pass through
These hands
Like the crystal grains
Of sand
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