As torn as the wind on your face,
I cry ’til I can run no further.
Flashing lights invade my skull,
I need to avoid the headlights.
I cry until I’m naked.
Stripped of all hope and innocence.
Ruins
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// Jan 8th, 2003 // Personal, Poetry
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