December 2008
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walking with people around me there’s millions of fish in the sea which one will you see? if you can’t find the key, would you search for it at the bottom of the sea? when you walk with me you’re…
feb. 21. 08 →
feb.19.08 →
fallen sprinkles →
lyrical inconsistencies
days pass by like clouds in the sky like birds flying south for the winter like sprinkles falling off a cupcake words shiver off my lips criss-cross mix matched ideas rattle your mind tossing and turning you can’t turn right there’s only up start now lift off break away out yourself from the mountain you’re carrying on your back it’s time to rid the clutter shake yourself...
