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GraceWhen it all finally ends, And every particle collides,When your world falls away, And your organs collapse inside,When I meet you on the other side, Will your hand still fit perfectly in mine?A m...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:50:00 GMT |
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AfterglowYou walk the fine line between the oceans of thorns and roses,Dipping your toes in each cold pool of memory as you walk by.With your back to me, you'll tip toe down the line,And I'll recall a...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:57:00 GMT |
