BlueLijn

Monday, August 20, 2007

Everything

I remember a time
In a wood lined room
Lying under the eaves
Forgotten
Water falls down
Walls unfamiliar
Blood on white
Washed away
I’m looking through doors
I’m looking through walls
Asking for offers
Long given
I’m walking around
I’m holding within
You’re testing the limits
of everything

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