July 11, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
That leaves me chilled.
Dreams of you are what I am only able to build.
A never-ending scope.
Caught in a whirlwind by your rope.
Yet nothing seems to have clicked.
Kept in a state that is valley wide and creek bed slicked.
Almost at a point where I’ll beg and bleed.
Nothing will exceed my greed until you’re freed.
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