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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:51 pm
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The sights and sounds, the stars, the lights, They’re falling down, into the night. The mirror shards, the broken glass, We’re watching it all, watching it pass. The stars are twinkling, waving goodbye, I’m trying to stop you, but I find that I- I’m standing alone in an empty field, Clutching this heart, the one you healed. There are so many stains on my white cotton dress, The one that I wore; wore to impress. Am I holding your hand, or is that just a dream? It’s perfectly silent, but I can hear my scream. I want to wake up, and turn on the light, But I’m falling down, deep into the night.
Any and all critiquing would be lovely smile
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:16 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:12 am
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