2004-07-24 - ElegantFreak
when the futon that you're on
has stuffings shoved aside
and every thing that turns you on
seems to run and hide
when life feels more like inner pain
and burdens you beneath the strain
of splintered dreams and acid rain
pelting, melting at your brain
I will be your remedy
I'll be there to set you free
new wings may take you far from me
but I'll be there, vicariously
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