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Post by subcityshallows on Feb 6, 2005 20:05:38 GMT -5
Close my eyes And dream of A childhood left alone Try and consolidate Everything That I can hold onto And all I can think of Are the lies they never told All I can think of Is the way I rushed to grow I'm tired and spoiled So let's play another game Until I can close my eyes And dream of A childhood left in the cold
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Post by strangeclouds on Feb 6, 2005 20:17:56 GMT -5
rushed to grow. that says more than i can.
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Post by Aaron Graf on Feb 9, 2005 10:22:27 GMT -5
Until I can close my eyes And dream of A childhood left in the cold
For my childhood that wasn't a dream. THat was a VERY GOOD poem. keep it up man.
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