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By darwin Date: 2004 Feb 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.03.13.58.22959]] |
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I can't wade through a mystery anymore, with moonlight mist at my toes, and tosses and turns suddenly falling from the evening sky. it's cold and bare when your body isn't anywhere to be found. and life is something that I thought I created one night in a dream. perhaps a stage is set, maybe a pair of red painted lips is waiting somewhere so mists part, and cigarettes begin their long draw but I continue to follow unknown. |