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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

My Oasis


Everything i touch
turns gold to flame

everything i say backfires
everything i do melts

i've told every lie
to unmask the truth
to keep quiet

i've built a ship of fifty rowers
on the most peaceful sea

and i go nowhere in particular
always to what seems like shore
to her my oasis
Posted by you tell me at 10:37 PM

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