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Aug 05, 2005 22:47

This night, walk the dead
in the solitary starlight,
crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress your husband hates
lay down, mark the grave
where the search lights find us
drinking by the musalium door
and they found you on the bathroom floor

i miss you, i miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that make it so hardand i call you off the run ( Read more... )

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maybeawish August 6 2005, 05:55:09 UTC

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