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Tuesday, July 30, 2002
no title as of yet
my patience for waiting on change is wearing thin
there is a flash on the horizon
thunder tumbles over the hills
i wonder if the storm will rain on me tonight or never
lightening strikes in the distance
i wish i contained it's energy within me
movement, kinetics, a positive charge
i've given up on dancing for rains that never come
with a flash on the horizon
i catch a glimpse of an approaching front
citizen of circumstance, i can't force a force of nature
lightening strikes in the distance
i wish i contained it's energy within me
movement, kinetics, a positive charge
i could hope for nothing less than a torrential rain
a watery bombardment
rinsing clean my dirty skin
i'm covered in the filth of my own stagnant way of living
| Mr. McBastard | 1:06 AM | | |
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