This Puppet Will Dance
Thursday, July 11, 2013
This urge within to breathe again is fading like the day;
As night begins I wonder when my life will slip away.
If darkness breaks, the sun escapes and brings with it the dawn:
T'will look upon this cold hard ground and find my body gone.
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