Thursday, December 22, 2005
Nursing Diagnosesgastroenteritis
Save the seed because I'm in it and make me grow in a distant land. If you take me with you I promise to be light as the breeze and tell you the secrets that will sprout heard your laughter.
Those behind the glass eyes are two black captives across the sea.
At night I'm alone in the jungle, what am I going to do waiting for you to return?
I have a wandering mind, I will follow you around the world.
And though you're not here, I feel, for the stuff that binds me to you.
For the stuff that binds me to you.
Friday, December 2, 2005
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