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we perfer the screaming
creating the mercy
life on the line
bloody tears
spinless flow, take this
as all the vigourouse rash
if it all asside can they stiil
provide
old til we die
and now are we glad to breath
still may we remain
of bounce.flow to the dream, all we have
but so dear to pretend
a cloud in the sky
a heaven sweet and warm
a develish scar in the fragment of myself
we drag our pain in a sack
everything is a dream
will we awake
is thier hope...?
"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere."
-Michel de Montaigne
 hazelfrost · Sun May 18, 2008 @ 08:20am · 0 Comments |
