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By distant moon Date: 2007 Jan 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.02.00.46.32666]] |
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In a thick, thick fog I licked my wounds so tough and tainted with all your tragic moods I applied the pressure needed so, but still the blood would flow. And after all this love that we would miss I'm still a dollar short of emptiness when all I ever wanted or needed; you. all I ever got was attitude... I dream in such a way, that you would never mistake it for another. Short of nothing, I am coming out of this. |