Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Dancing birds

Small clowns with small frowns
Innocent children with devilish laughter
I remember nothing if nothing at all
I can see something if something is gone

The minds of the guilty will never change
Challenging the integrity of time to come
Dance like birds lost in the winds
Eat the grapes pulled from the vines

Studipity is the force that never fails
Pushing me forward into the end
Allowing the rest of us to begin
Showing me the depths from within

Freezing from frost
Dead again
Living a lie
Cry again
Injuring the chance
Hurt again

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