Monday, September 08, 2008

She Always Wears My Favorite Color

Divided I wake, thy soul unturned
The blessing of caught, of shunned, of burned
Leave now the murderers, flee the scene
Judgment is coming to rapture thee
Alas a new mystery, shrouded in black
Comes calling my name, seductive attack
Run though I must, leaves little unchanged
A new set of problems but my heart is the same

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