Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Ubiquitous
Where I've been,
Where I've gone,
You've been in my
Mind, in my heart.
I can see traces
Of your illness, in
Every flower, in
Every tall tree,
And like a tree,
Will you eventually
Be chopped down,
A mere stump of
What you once were?
July 15, 2006
Suge
Where I've gone,
You've been in my
Mind, in my heart.
I can see traces
Of your illness, in
Every flower, in
Every tall tree,
And like a tree,
Will you eventually
Be chopped down,
A mere stump of
What you once were?
July 15, 2006
Suge
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