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Premonition 11:35 p.m. 2005-05-21 And in return for your sacrifice i will leave these oceans burning and I will leave my hands covered in blood. Scarring and the tracers through night skies reveling in this. Imagine life as something different. Obstruction of potential and the feeling of being revealed. A sense of security in her arms and the faith that this will not be the end. Wake up... Aren't you tired of the woundings and the tears? Like blades of grass movement in disonance a sea from this tide. Everlasting and impermanent. Expiring on the sidewalks painted with the footfalls of the haunt that broke all your windows. Where has it gone and where is it leading... is it too late to take those words back? back & forth |