Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sometimes I wish for rain,
because when it rains, it's only water people see;
the red in my eyes is just from a tearing wind,
and the thunder cracks just at the same time as my voice.
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