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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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9:16 PM, ~~~
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Dying to look into your eyes and tell you all my lame dreams from the night. Dying to rattle on and on, and watch you look into my eyes and smile. I'm dying, really, i think. Oh wait, i see a white light, i'm dead. yet, its been only a week. |