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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 May 13 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.13.03.32.19631]] |
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There is something uncanny about your breath, something serene about how twilight feels when it's spent with you Loneliness fades to grey and love is black but done up the best we can (these forgone conclusions won't help me anymore) Justice is dealt out in this dream that I allow myself to have (this aching heart ain't goin' anywhere but it's done up the best I can) dirty bandages clumsily cling to me and I am consciously drifting, purposely listless unnescecarrily loveless, So let me go (The Boy's comin' home) |