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
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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