Quiet TalkDesolved in the worlds embrace,
The biting cold freezing me out,
Like thorns wrapped around my heart,
This cradle of non stopping things,
Carrying never sanctuary,
Does it make any sense?
Is there something for me?
Like a temple where it all ends?
Downed by all fear,
Can't keep up the pace,
Something just don't feel right,
Probably the feeling of my own prescence,
So I sit here..
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-05-31 at 17:16
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