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Pst, wake up
Its time to go
Pack your bags
Get out the window
Watch your step
Don’t make a sound
Their radar ears
Will surely hear
Even the change
In the crickets tone
Behind the trees
Beneath the moon
We make our way
Towards freedoms voice
Away from a house
But never a home
Away from this company
That left us alone

Never to far
From this pain filled palace
Never to soon
Can we escape their sight
Pushing along
The shadows of night
The dew covered grass
Shows the signs of sunrise

Quickening our pace
Through briars and branches
Muddy and bloody
Blistered and scarred
So very close
To being afar
Now we look back
Through recovering eyes
A perfect escape
To the start of our lives
©2005-2010 ~xbleedxeternalx
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Something I wrote last night during this kick ass storm.

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:iconyearningtofly:
Wow, I love this one.
It was easy to read because it flowed so flawlessly...great job!
I especially like the last part:
"Now we look back
Through recovering eyes
A perfect escape
To the start of our lives" Beautiful!

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Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battleground.
:iconxbleedxeternalx:
Thank you :)
I really wasn't to sure with this one. I was really tired when I wrote it, but I had the idea so I had to get it out before I fell asleep and forgot it, because I'm horrible about that. Only thing worse is when I'm driving and think ofsoemthing, then by the time I have a pen and paper, its completely gone.
But looking at it now I see a few things I want to work with, I'll probably be editing later.
Thanks again for the kind words :)
:iconyearningtofly:
No problem
I deal with those same issues...

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Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battleground.

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