|ode to me (standard:poetry, 116 words)|
|Author: archimedes||Added: Feb 16 2005||Views/Reads: 1637/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|dance with me till the day i die.|
i'd rather be a slave who can question his master. than a master who can't find someone to complain sleep for a while and then walk just a little faster. until my shoes are filled with so much dirt and rain. wash my clothes before i leave this house look at my hands once more when i go insane i will find the line that sang out my life erase my curse, cure the origin of my pain remove my belongings the day i am gone foolishly spent my time gathering all of it in vain a last request, next to a plant, please bury me. a useless life, in death, will help out a tree. Tweet
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