Jurnal
March Nerves
Montreal, Very Cold March 1999
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Mediu
Snowing my soul with depressing thoughts
Can narrow my path of understanding
Raining my vision of a future
Can make my senses irational
Sleeping on a pillow of pain
Waking in an alien present
Running from the silent movie of the past
Planting my roots in a suspended garden
All that hurts, but I feel frighteningly real
I just carry my winter cross towards spring..
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