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Nov. 6th, 2008 | 08:22 pm

Ode to the Storm

 

Ah! Wild thing, you come and go as you please.

But when you are here we see your anger set fire to the sea.

Your strong arms sweep up our fears and carry them far away.

We hear your voice breathlessly sing us all to sleep.

When you scream your high pitched whistle, it chills us to our souls.

And as you watch us while we creep, we feel it in our bones.

Your tears, they continually sadden us greatly.

 

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I'm borde...

Mar. 13th, 2008 | 08:35 pm
mood: tired tired
music: The Academy Is...

This sucks...I'm Borde... The End 

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Writer's Block: The Things We Carry

Mar. 13th, 2008 | 08:14 pm

What do you always carry with you?


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My organs...and my ipod

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