Something To Call My Own
In a world where even the insanity is temporary
I crave the perminance of a a safe harbor to anchor myself to,
a stone in which to etch the essense of my soul into.
X marks my place in this crazy world.
I need something to call my own.
Copyright © Nicholle Selah | Year Posted 2009
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