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Jun 17, 2005 00:32

[ mood I
alone. ]

The full moon shall pass,
in twilight
And the oldest oak tree,
by the neighboring factory
Forever rising, steel beams,
in twilight
And the overpass view,
with the traffic lights hanging
By threads, like ornaments
So did you have your last drink?
Did you raise it up to me?
Just to spite me for not
being there with you

Drunk, and fucked up,
like the twilight
Drunk, and fucked up like...
Drunk, like the twilight
out tonight

amazing.
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