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trowa poem
i am silence.
ive got no ties.
and all that ive got
is in my eyes.
i am lonliness.
i am loss.
and ive got a
million bridges to cross.
i am the no-name.
i am sick.
and everything i go
through is too thick.
thats what everyone
thinks of me.
they think Im blind
but they cant see.
i am ghost.
i am surreal.
and i lack the
ability to feel.
im their theory.
im their ideal.
and according to them
im not real.
i am silence.
ive got no ties.
and all that ive got
is in my eyes. |
