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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Oct 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.21.18.42.12629]] |
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There was a promise on your lips, delivered as a postcard to my scarred hands your smeared fingerprints were the punctuation marks scattered through words not written inbetween the neat letters organized perfectly row on row You are en-route, in utero, your headlights stare warily at the cracked highway you travel upon. you're a nobody girl, your nobody girl, a nobody girl History has its hands full with answering machine messages that were never sent and mundane memories, that I keep letting inside from the bitter cold outside. I've got a really good heart, I just can't catch a break You are the girl of futurity, it's cold, so cold here, I can't find you in the storm of time and I wanna go home... you're nobody girl, you're nobody girl, your nobody girl ("im your nobody girl) |