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Aug 04, 2004 22:02

do I murder, when I forget you from afar
i am too drunk on the poison of endless roads.

this tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note to a beautiful, beautiful chord.
simply passing.

do I murder us, putting this pavement through my veins
shooting in like heroin for the seeking and displaced.

the high just isn't worth it anymore.
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