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Just a little bit of something I'm working on. I wanted to throw it out here, so here it is. More will come later. Crit for crit, but leave links please or I probably won't go looking for your stuff.

The windows are blocked,
by stain glass locks,
which never let the sun shine through.

always changing colors, hiding what's inside.
oh, how they remind me of you.


My ship's come to stop,
the ocean's dried up,
leaving me a perfect view.

No more shining waters, no trustworthy tide.
The sea is gone but somehow left me so blue.
No more shining waters, no more life inside.
oh, how it reminds me of you.
Last edited by BigBassFishing at Aug 17, 2006,