care not.

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by AcousticPeace, Aug 5, 2006.

  1. AcousticPeace

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    break away your words from me,
    repeating in the back of my mind.​
    its not pleasant like a beating drum,​
    but filled with moans and cries.​
    sweep me off my feel right now,​
    clasp both your hands upon my waist.​
    reach for my fragile hand,​
    we care not about our race.​
     
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