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By Cyan Date: 2003 Mar 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.11.22.07.21497]] |
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I've written this letter before staining my paper with red but with what, I do not know in a trance like state fixated on nothing the words came to but with what, I do not know a flowerly stamp finds it's way to my lips I lick it slow but with what, I do not know my mouth is always too dry from hesitation, from fear Obviously, there's no braveheart here but the heart is bleeding I see a white figure pass by too square to be a car and it's moving slow It stops I could run outside catch it before it goes but with what, I do not know i have no choice but to wait i'll send it tomorrow Yes, i'll send it tomorrow |