Plastic raindrops shoot from the bottomless pit
Bought a pair of tin shoes to cover my aching feet
In a while you have succeeded in the idea of penetration
Half-heartedly conceded and rode the flow towards a new season
Halfway along the slowest journey,
you made mountains full of lies fall from the sky
I heard hints from doubt and hesitance,
But my ears were covered by dreams and assurance
I was at my barest and protection was out of the question
I was squashed to the ground,
Wanting a solid retaliation.
6-12-11
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