May 2011
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"Upstairs" by Psapp
Teach me the way To be humble and good To be quiet when I should To be great I am not what I was Or what I will be There is no one guessing for me There’s a draft like a well And a warm wet smell And there is no one to break the fall It’s so patient and meek And you mouth never speaks Of the times when our hopes die There’s a draft like a well And a warm wet...
“The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.”
– Omar Khayyam (via northernwolf)
Some don’t ever leave.
Some have never left.
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