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15 april 2012

FREE MY MIND

Jailor with many keys.
Which one to set me free.
Inside the straight jacket mind.
Our thoughts can be unkind.
Gyrating circles, purple rain.
Images floating, dancing insane.
None of those keys will fit.
Unlock this tied soul of fits.
Churn, burn, break and fall.
Crazy images invited to this ball.
Release me from this un-sanity party.
Spiders webs are a blanket blue&hearty.
Crying tears are not wet.
Running to a sun, that wont set.
Jailor those keys-you need more.
To un-lock the sanity hiding.
BEHIND MY LIFE'S DOORS.

11/29/2006 from 8HOP.com
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JESUS SAVES






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