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By The Rocket Powered Vampire Submitted by RocketPoweredVampire Date: 2004 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.26.12.10.30442]] |
| Three days to go.... keep running. The sounds of a wind chill, blood spills the thick of it all, sick of the call. Hanging....the dialtone handles the rings of phones while I run around in different time zones. The silence becomes another day lost, the anger of a star crossed lover, thoughts....lemonade wishes and ice cremed dreams of screams reunite me to another time where the air is silent. I grin and bare it. I can't remember the last time I told you I loved you, can't remember the last time you burned my heart setting the forest fire within me, can't remember why I run, can't remember....the feeling....the feeling.... |