8/1/14

The Beggar's Cup





Lost in my trance I dance
floors become my ceilings and walls are all I know
so take my hand and pull me out
from the beggar’s cup I hold
my emptiness you own
Pull me up to where you live on the other side of now
somewhere then or somewhere when the sun will melt the snow
I’m cold.

ldn


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