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Thoughts on the world and life... in random pentameter

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

wanting tonight
crying for words that have no sound
my heart an aching, rusting hole
i’m not sure if it’s there anymore
all purity lost long ago
washed away in the waves
Posted by Red at 12:47 PM

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