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Ebb and Flow

Posted By: Wicked Witch of the East - 4:13 PM

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The tides ebb and flow

release the roses

uncovering the hidden memories

in the wreck.

Wake me from my slumber,

disturb me from my coma.

been bound, wounded,

unchained & healed...

the scars burst open

the sun comes up

its a new day.

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trisztanMarch 4, 2011 at 5:31 AM
nice one Emo
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