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By distant moon Date: 2007 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.30.00.42.4859]] |
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You can test me for durability; I am defined by deeply rooted dreams of perfect harmony. But selfishly I break away... to find a better compass a moral fiber wrapped around my bed. And after you slowly walk away; I'm up against the hardest place and your rock is all but bleeding me dry now. I turn my head to look away I turn my eyes to see your face yet again. It's haunting me. |