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.even lesbians get father-induced angst.
the problem with smoke-
it requires deep breaths
inhale
you cannot chose
never separate
the truth
which isn't stranger
just harder to believe
your life became my fiction
driving me now
to bland cliches
...you could have at least returned my calls
the problem with smoke-
it requires deep breaths
inhale
you cannot chose
never separate
the truth
which isn't stranger
just harder to believe
your life became my fiction
driving me now
to bland cliches
...you could have at least returned my calls
Comments 1
Life's never over to perfection..
If you still havent tasted the rusted blood
Of reveries of swinging Time....
The jagged edges of moments pierce n leave you incomplete..
You are still waiting to die in blue senses....
songs r never widout shadows...they r sung in the smoke of thoughts in silence.....never scream in silence....
gud 1.....tke care.
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