this is the weight
of the world
on my hips
lower back
tale
tell me
my language is heard
not listened to
like wind on windchimes
for filler
for fools
forgiven
this is the weight
of the world
on my hips
and I cramp your style
everytime I sigh.
this is the wieght of the world
on your hips
and I sigh
like the wind
barely through chimes
before
it dies
dies
dies
and the rest of its noise
is your memory.

04/11/2006

Posted on 04/11/2006
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