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Author: Apoc Genesis
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 4 - Published: 05-01-06 - Updated: 05-01-06 - id:2165200

These days it seems like five o’clock was made just for me

Greeting the pale light that shines through my windows

Letting it mix with my eyes, washing them red for the world to see

For it is the mark of those who drink deep in the pools of the mind

Night, after night, after night

These days it seems like five o’clock was made just for me

But the smoky air around me clouds the light outside

Letting it swim in my mouth, my ears, my mind

Mistifying me and my brothers who share in the waters of life

It is the mark of those who drink deep in that water

Day, after day, after day

These days it seems like five o clock was made just for me

Because it is when my mind delves deep

And takes in all its surroundings, changing it just for me

Though the waters always change, they still envelop my mind

Sometimes I wonder which one is better, and which one is worse



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