03-27-2013, 11:15 AM
ORIGINAL
Spewing sorrow, for a left tomorrow.
Dancing, in unhinged grace.
A kind of addiction - or might it be fiction?
Into the stars we gaze.
FIRST REVISION
I'm spewing sorrow, for a left tomorrow.
We're dancing, in unhinged grace;
A kind of addiction. Or might it be fiction?
Into the stars we gaze.
Spewing sorrow, for a left tomorrow.
Dancing, in unhinged grace.
A kind of addiction - or might it be fiction?
Into the stars we gaze.
FIRST REVISION
I'm spewing sorrow, for a left tomorrow.
We're dancing, in unhinged grace;
A kind of addiction. Or might it be fiction?
Into the stars we gaze.

