The Other Side Of The Reflection

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He hides away in his fortress.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Somewhere In Time

I belong in old pages full of fading ink.
Imaginary places that were once real and breathing.
I keep watching these beings running around me. Won't let myself be sucked into this race.
I am sick of waiting for my time to come.
Full of illusion.
These walls won't block me. This ground can't hold me.

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