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by oddi tea Aug 17, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I was just running From all the fear in the world There is no more room Inside me for any hope Hear those whispers? The shallow creaking All of this is going to push me Over the rocky edge The silence is sharp The echoes are eerie The scratching is near Please wake me from my dreams The howling is shattering The dirty wall I built The heat is what woke me From the locked dreams I was having The love of your hands The shy tendency It is all mine You are all mine