Author: silent-distress PM
It's a mindless jumble of words that came to me while doing homework. Math does that to you.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 36 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2333409
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Everytime I ask for a bit of hope...
My heart flies away.
Everytime it's eternal promise...
My love floats through
That's because there's nothing
like the rhythm and the memories of the soul.