Sunday, December 8, 2013

each day i'd wake up smelling the dirt



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  1. i'm not sure if this is what you mean but what i see in these pictures is that i wake up, maybe my bed is on a bed of grass & green, but all around me is charred wasted blackened fields. maybe a little red at the horizon line.

    the tough thing is how to end it. "now i'm never lonely and you're listening too. but still i've these dreams i see are coming true. i see it coming..."

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