While i was stranded
i found you
wandering around
the same lost soul.
You didnt cry, no
i didnt cry.
Then i leave you
im staying lost, more stranded
wandering alone
to the dew and fog
of early morning,
the morning you
wont stand alone
in front of a statue
of a man being crossed
you are not, you are not
maybe i just dont cry
ive cried my tears away
but, yes, im still
a lost soul, wandering,
stranded. Not like you,
not like you.
july, 3rd 2010. xapi's W-day
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