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By bona fide Date: 2005 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.01.02.25.32075]] |
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your eyes have that power that sees inside deep in my soul, where I hide. a humble stare, no words spoken only concerned of a heart broken. wire and glass, doesn't give you a disguise warmth and laughter emits from those eyes. don't look too deep, where I hide paths of footprints, where I died. |