Idiot Syncracies
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Turbulence
The kind that shakes they sky
The kind that makes my blood shy
Not an earthquake or a belly ache
A surprise feeling behind my eyes
And the sea beckons me
The hourglass begs to be shaken
My arms are weak from holding
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