When all the world is still
The air turns to wet cement
Silence stomps all through the grey
And footprints indent a muddy memory
In the ash
The infinity continues
Stretching beyond my eyes and mind
The infinity is crushing me
But it's alright, it's alright
I don't mind
Saturday, June 2, 2012
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