Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Cringe

Drops of rain,
Take me back.

And let the drizzle
Known as my tears
Stop before the
House is flooded.

Let me unfold
Into the sky.

Let I to not cringe
At the fear
Of falling.

I never ask for understanding.

So don't give it.
I needn't such things.

I pray I never will.

July 11, 2005
Suge


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