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Crest of Friendship (For Daniella)
like trying to cup water in my hands
it slips through the hour glass
every grain of sand wasted
on this oasis; it was just a mirage
pasted up on the sun parched desert
I've held these fantasies far too long
your friendship trickled through my fingers,
chordae tendinae consumed within its bitter remnants
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like trying to cup water in my hands
it slips through the hour glass
every grain of sand wasted
on this oasis; it was just a mirage
pasted up on the sun parched desert
I've held these fantasies far too long
your friendship trickled through my fingers,
chordae tendinae consumed within its bitter remnants
"chordae tendinae ( Read more... )
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I hope you're happy and all those shite clichés that people who've drifted shout across long expanses.
'Janski is still a tool and Seymour probably still has paper down his pants.
Love,
Sexypants
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