Понедельник, 16 Марта 2009 г. 16:41
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And it hurries from my grasp
it runs between my fingers and my hands
it's like an echo from my past
a mere forgotten future in the sand
The water is the tide of night that comes
a shadow pulls me down beneath
Maybe this is who I used to be?
but this is someone else
I am just beneath the surface...
(c) MACHINAE SUPREMACY
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