My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Friday, April 22, 2011

Pieces

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Pieces of the past, where have they gone.

Scattered through time, buried in dreams.

Memories forgotten, sand in the wind.

It is what it is, step away from the ledge.

Put on a sweater, or come in from the rain.

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