Jun 21, 2005 20:57
inside the gates strain
wooden doors hold back an endless flood
awaiting to wash over life's plain
giving life to seed as dirt turns to mud
the words inside waiting to break
desiring nothing more than to be
dammed inside just wanting to make
unmade world hidden in me
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but I was glad to write.
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i'm glad you're writing again.
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