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Nov 26, 2006 00:34

sometimes i think i waited for you for too long.
i look in the mirror, and she's hesitating. there's imprints on both sides. surely one side must know the meaning of this.

running your fingers between the city lights, you can feel them burn. hot. sizzling. bursting. this place has become a ghost-town.

the girl says, 'something's missing...'
'what is it?' you say, i say..

shrugs.
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