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Monday, September 20, 2010

They just may come true

Whispered wishes upon a star
Wonders where the hell you are
Remembers all those wished so far

Where all my wishes turned to dreams
Where puppets sing with saturnine screams
Psychedelic players and artificial themes

Damn these wishes that returned to me
Taunting the outcomes that all can see
Have me wishing they’d just leave me be