SOLILOQUY
/səˈliləkwē/
Sunday, May 25, 2014
What Exactly Do You Want to Tell Me, Dear Fortune Cookie?
"The feeling is always the same.
The taste of sweat, thirst, burn on my bones.
I swim the sea of fear.
Before i went to bed.
Lie my head down.
And dream of uncertainty"
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