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Post by strangeclouds on Mar 9, 2005 17:16:58 GMT -5
So tell me… Were your skies ever blue- or simply stains from your blue- Cross pen? Give me- Something more attainable than your own embrace of time Because your poor skies will never know, that your pens reflect, but they’ll never- emit light.
When I ask you why you want a lover whom you do not have to love… All you do Is inhale the darkness around you because its so completing... to hold what you know- you should not have. But when you ask me what I do that makes it hard for you to breathe, The only words ill have to fix it are that- you should stop for me.
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