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i drag my old soul through the desert
and i'm sitting on the sand and thinking
don't you love me anymore?

i should wonder where i came from
how i'm going
to be somewhere
nowhere
anywhere at all
and something crawls up through my spine

and i'm singing for the wind to take
this weary soul away
and leave me kissing memories
and fading

drifting to the distant sun

another day

another day
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Author's Comments

been a while since i really wrote any poetry. this one feels good, has good gold color to it. this poem feels like what life is like for the worthless and the hopeless. kinda sucks to be them, huh?

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This would make a beastly song.

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Click: Sexiest link you ever did see.
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Beastly good or beastly bad?

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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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Oh man. ^____^

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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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yeah I know this feeling :nirvana:

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It's a dark world out there :)
:iconcronocoffin144:
I kinda do in a roundabout way.

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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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yep :nirvana:

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It's a dark world out there :)
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I think...thats life without hope and a sense of purpose.

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the light of one whole life dies,
when love is done.
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It's really no life at all.

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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first

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