Sunday, June 28, 2009

melted mind.

Athfest melted me.
i need a vacation from my self.

These walls have smoked for thirty years
Its really a common fear
The drapes went up with such hot fury
We never had to worry
The corner of clayton is now cinged
This is no way the end
The walls will stand on the roots
Brush away the blackened soot
Mr. Greene guide the ship back home
The groove is deep in stone

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