Rabu, 28 Juli 2010

10:13 pm

you are the fire 
burned down my cotton field 
harvest of no choices 
you are the storm 
blew down my home 
leave them to pieces 
but also.. 
you are the sun 
you blind my eyes 
give a little burn mark 
you are the sun  
and I'm attached to one 
just a little day sick 
you are the lizard 
crawls on my apple tree 
you scared away the flees 
you are those flowers 
grow wildly on my fences 

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