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Jun 01, 2005 22:09

yearning for the last words he said
falling upon her as the days begin to change
erase time and let the petals fade from brown to red
reflections pour down into rain
drops falling together in rage of lust
peices of clay molded in sync
blown together and shaped from dust
dry and longing for another drink
flooding over the bank
there is no room left for capitals
running on top, the highest rank
falling over while fleeing from it all
waking up from sleeping alone
falling far from the final cut
she left everything she had known
emptyness began to develop in her gut
moving forward but backtracking each and every step
falling further into the path of regret
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