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By distant moon Date: 2001 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.03.19.18.7064]] |
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Dreaming of her she couldn't help it was gone Dreaming of you I saw a trail of our wrong I am a hopeless-loving-helpless, and see Everything in my eyes, wasn't of me I was a trembling, maniacal freak She had her tattoos, her music and speed I was unable, and I was unrolled She had the names emblazoned over her knoll I spread myself so thin, I cracked in two I wanted finality, I wanted you... |