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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
this is the end
and when there are no stars left in the sky, i will count on you.
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a relief
A
can we say?
into my box
just cause.
a river that flows between two trees.
the irony.
a dilemma
guiding lights.
greetings.
hello, ghost.
still
Come back down
looking into this.
medication
quote
and as the world we know comes to closure
to put into perspective.
the state you'll never find me
the ways we used to say
who says words come from the lips ?
sunshine
smile
today2
for what it's worth.
15th
fairy lights are pretty when you're ugly
just so you know.
just in case you come around again.
the lonely red string.
smile for it's only sunday, a day more.
somewhere only
perfection.redefined.
it's better when what you read makes less sense, b...
another day to wish and dream
flashing lights and moving stars
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dreaming without money.
i have found the sweetness in lips and skin.of a d...
watch me
the way we are.
like a rockstar.
next station
tracing you
when chaos seeks to destroy itself.
the new
245 is a time we all sleep and some of us wake
kiss me
bliss
at the edge of the vortex
randomly at 358
we can only know so much through images
wmd
thunder
11.11
kita
sarahc.
late night television programs make you feel at home.
angry
ok
the irony
a boy has just so much he can take when a boner is...
just because i wear a watch, doesn't mean i know t...
words
as we all are only so young.
randomly thinking.
vox
the questions we know
fortress of fire
it's where i touch you.
look at me.
love is. ?
From the unfinished words from a written song, We.
and then there were angels
call me crazy, but you're crazy too.
rawr
i think hey.
and Friday brings you grey skys and rain.
let's go home.
can you hear me filling this cup. ?
12:37am
travelling at the speed of you.
and while the rain falls tonight.
this is the end
let the innocent run free
reach out, touch.
perfection
through you
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