Jan 23, 2005 21:45
...so many poets in this vision, our minds set on our dreams, but its like my mind's stuck in a prison, and I'm caught in the waves of our seas, the colors they flow with our world, the words and imaginatin just keep spinnin', what does it mean the thoughts in our heads, like we are standing in the same position...
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