Tuesday, February 24, 2009

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Do you remember the night your face fell off?
The night when secrets were cast upon the floor?
Naked, yet silent and every breath could break daylight in my eyes
Every whisper could wake the sleeping spirits
That almost gave up hope

Each time that I am left alone
The familiar feelings return
And all I can do is hope the same goes on
In the mind of contradicting ways

So what left is there to say?

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