Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Spider Babe Misty Mundae 2

A string of words scratched on a wall that does not exist

To this world we find ourselves walking.
To find this land to survive.
For these places we meet never to part. It is now

written
now been said,
is done.

It was in the past,
It is in this,
It's in the future.

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