Aug 18, 2006 12:38
The last bridge he'd burned
and no one was the wiser
it took him all the day
until the moon it was swallowed
That night she took him to bed
and they, there lay fallow
Plans and dreams ripped away
and she only followed
now cold and alone
he pondered living
but just as he chooses life
the frost wasn't so giving
and no one was the wiser
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how the fuck are you kids doing? my mom says "those boys were so nice"
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