A Soiled Soul

Friday, April 13, 2012

Noone knows you are hurt if you bleed inwardly.

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A nobody: Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I - Pink Floyd

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