Feather, by Hollow
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I walk along this darkened path of mine
slowly sifting through the strands of time
with head down
and hands outstretched
I blindly grope at each step
where is
my destination
I don't know
but continue without hesitation
I step to the end, the edge
and look into the precipice
and see the sweet bliss in nothingness
I wonder silently
If I take that last and longest step
will i fly or will i fall
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Posted: 2005-07-25 17:39:17 UTC |
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