the phone's ringing and no one picks up i wait, tired, as sand kicks up he answers with glee, i kick a tree i begin to pick up a stick get away! go home leave them alone eyes of gray and so clear, they shone why are you in my home with my partner in my bed, in my head you have your own life till death, in peace and in strife and i feel it, anger coursing through my veins, in which waits who the sandman, with fury upon his face caning me, sending my fury to outer space put my lover on the phone so i can talk to her(him?) before i have to stalk so as my fury rounds out, as does the pain in my shoe i ask her(him?) who's with you??!!!Birth sign: Aries
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