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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2006 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.13.01.55.15320]] |
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Burn brightly sink slowly, with a smile Say your sorry ("make no apologies" she said in a dream) Understand I have no answers my tongue is twisted in knots (and yet still the more I breathe the more I believe) You feel like sunshine: it feels like a kiss on the mouth- tomorrow, be gentle in your answer After the year end and I wish away december, and its cold cold breath will this all culminate into nothing? |