Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
No Mouth
Manmade grounds trembling.
I weave,
My soul separating
And getting lost along the way.
My hands quake,
I am nervous
And about five years old again,
With no direction,
And no mouth.
I am blind,
Running into everything I can already see.
September 14 2009
I weave,
My soul separating
And getting lost along the way.
My hands quake,
I am nervous
And about five years old again,
With no direction,
And no mouth.
I am blind,
Running into everything I can already see.
September 14 2009
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