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The night before I get my spleen out
My head's like an office
Tens of workers rushing about
The deadline's tomorrow
And my spleen's going out
Yet, then again
There's a calm to this chaos
Like the middle of a hurricane
I'm not being tossed
My head's at war, again
And I'm sure of only one thing
That no matter what, tonight
It'll be hard to sleep
Tens of workers rushing about
The deadline's tomorrow
And my spleen's going out
Yet, then again
There's a calm to this chaos
Like the middle of a hurricane
I'm not being tossed
My head's at war, again
And I'm sure of only one thing
That no matter what, tonight
It'll be hard to sleep
Published 7th Aug 2013
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7th Aug 2013 4:53am
7th Aug 2013 4:56am
Anonymous
7th Aug 2013 6:53am
Great poem, may R'hllor watch over you. ;)
Caliban
Caliban
7th Aug 2013 6:55am
Anonymous
7th Aug 2013 7:11am
The Seven have no power.
So they say. But just in case. The surgery is a bit risky and I'm a bit worried, but I just found a quote that kinda helps my nerves. "What do we say to death? Not today." -Syrio Forel in A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin.
7th Aug 2013 8:19am
Blessed be, dear child.
Goddess protect.
And what a beautiful write.
Great Work
(^,..,^)
Darker
Goddess protect.
And what a beautiful write.
Great Work
(^,..,^)
Darker
7th Aug 2013 3:31pm