For I lay there
Gasping at the sights
A wild rumble woke me up
From my dark runnings
I fought another way
Through a patch of strewn wood
Hoping to find a strong foot
I remember the curve across my face then
Glorious it was
A sway and a stagger
Sand beneath my feet
A bottle in my hand
And eye-liner beneath my eyes
A freed soul
And a lighter weight
I looked at people differently
And the fragrance of the pollution was nauseating
Chilling and soothing
I had found myself again
It had been long old friend
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Friday, March 4, 2011
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