Jun 14, 2005 11:35
i am lost on the
twisted streets
of this island
it is full
of ghosts and i
am becoming one
as the days and
weeks creep by.
i am lost in the
twisted game
of this farce
it is full
of lies and i
am pretending and
pretending i
do not see them.
i would only like to go home.
love,
Georgia
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