Monday, August 16, 2010


Beauty. Dangerous.
Those eyes to pierce through the world
Gorgeous honesty.

My soul lives throughout
These vibrating strings and air
And blues and soul and....

Great power. Power.
Power with a price. A curse.
Life of the spider.

I'm not really here
I was never really here
Never anywhere

I saw you today
And I see you everywhere
Just like everyday

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