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By it dosent matter Date: 2008 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2008.08.28.15.41.7724]] |
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it..hurts... must i repeat with stuttered breath this within what beats pulse to passing time replete with passing sin and it hurts... with cry to momma my only deep amongst my pillow felt this cry out of mind a soul which fled and left behind embers which can only feel how this so very much hurts... dreams so much a single collage with a mind what looks zero's in patch of fluff snap shot image just a simple curve flash of heat permeated by bitter cold all and i hurt for her and what may never be it hurts... |