michael i. sutton
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Burdens
Drifting away but still in the room
Indifferent stares make the nerves bloom
So many things that I could say
I'll just be witty another day
Shackled to burdens
Burning out on my own
Like the shooting star
That no one ever saw
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