Keen to set the breeze on fire
My rusty shoes have stopped
Need to take the damned things off
I can't lift my feet
Keen to rush the breeze a little
Take the day a different route
Need to run with naked feet
The rusty shoes have stopped
Recognize the way today
My breath controls the breeze
Taken in I make it spin
The rusty shoes have stopped.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
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You write very well.
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