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By tremble Date: 2005 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.17.19.58.13315]] |
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what is in your eye when they fold on closed is it in your heart this hurt so cold and when the dusk grows itself old then remember... it was not i who hurt you then but to my arms you yourself fled and i held you... through the night as your tears were bled fire itself over nerves grown dead as i held you... and now dawn has come darkness shred from my arms a warmth is shed and i remember.... |