Jun 14, 2007 02:16
it's late. work has been hell - demanding my senses and focus. i need to be up early, but my mind is a w a k e with thought.
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i found you, through the messy seas of false yous, i followed the blue paper and it led me to you, just in time to deliver you your claws then fade away in a blink - as grounds shifted under our feet, who would've thought we'd ever meet?
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