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Thursday, February 07, 2008

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despite the broken mirror,
on that black broken wall,
there wasnt a tear,
only hopes and dreams that 'it' wont fall..

fucking metal table legs......
i'll cut u and make u into soup..

little laces.. pure little laces,
fun was all i had..


in hope for more

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Those memories were sweet,
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