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World of Used

Posted By: Matt Z
Date: Friday, 6 October 2006, at 6:32 a.m.

If Promises were your middle name,
Would I place them on a mantle and say,
HEY, thereís a girl I know, I had Her emotions for show, and God Please Bless Her.

And question upon question,
Itís a query attack.
Iíll stay cus itís raining outside.
Steam all the moods of the universe.
Donít go insane when the world calls.
You canít call on me,
And donít look at me,
It will tear me Forever.

Keep this meeting secret from me,
And let us hid the truth in the world,
The world of used.

Blink me a mountain,
And Cry me a flight,
Upon grass dew,
And birds singing,
Mountain glades high.
Lost is the world,
Once I stood.

And lost is the truth,
And Poems once told,
By the man to the master,
To the fighting of old.

Single are the tears of our hearts,
Lashing and searing.
Burning its path down through our hearts.
Cold cold days, never a prayer.
Laugh at me, laugh at us.
For me unto you.
Be free of the curse,
That I was.

On one solemn day.
And Away,
From this world of me,
This world of used.

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