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Aug 16, 2005 23:35


In the middle of a house, in the middle of nowhere

Bodies glide from room to room

ahh
I hate these walls

They speak to me

Hey skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family

Catch that light

It falls in subtle patterns
It crawls in and tells them when their time is up

And when it's over

He takes her hand, and he kisses her cheek
She's a doll, oh yeah she's his ( Read more... )

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benedickofwit August 19 2005, 02:30:24 UTC
You shouldn't make us wait two months between entries Will. :)
That's damn nice my friend.

-Charlie

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