Richeous
Little dirty secretsEtched in stone
Nails on the chalkboard
Overdone
Settling a storm
As it's raging winter blows
Over you and me.
And, it's as the story goes
Looking out to sea
Where it's always meant to be
Running circles over me
And then it's done.
8-12-09
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