what the barnacles.

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Tuesday, November 02, 2004 @ 23:41

Her reflections

It's hard to live the present
She's living her past

She breathes on her reminiscence
She lies in her bed of broken dreams
She sleeps in her retrospection
She eats and swallows her mistakes

She has nothing left to live for
It's hard to leave the past

She walks alone down her boulevard of melancholia

"oh love,
don't let me go,
won't you take me
where the street lights glow?"

wants

good camera pouch
arnold's with fiz!
more clothes
chalet

twittered

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