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Thursday, October 20, 2011

NOTHING PERSONAL.

The hound is rolling down the road,
Im going off to shores.
Shores I never see
unless I start to dream.
Finally Im able feel,
able to see, able to breath...
Again.
I was blinded by the light
that shines off your eyes.
I had to leave you behind.
Nothing personal;
actually it is.
I gotta go, I had to get..
Away from you.

You are so
HEAVY,
HEAVY,
HEAVY,
on me.