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Mar 05, 2004 22:22

i spin and i cut and i still dont know who you are. you smile and you laugh and you consider what it be like without me.
i'll tell you a tale that you'd never want to hear, about how yours is just as bad as mine. well move your spilt eyes across me and stain my dress that tears. I have no home in this skin. I have no home in you.
and iam floating and finding everyday, and i dont know which way i want to lie down and breathe. warm corners and words are better than you.
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