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It is cold under the sheets
damp, from the sweat of my back
when you reach for air, there is no skin. When you call for him, you fail
only in September.
You were mistaken and I smoked by the window
The hole in my chest
It will not heal
I fear 4am, the snow, the white roses
Salt. It tastes clean and I confess
damp, from the sweat of my back
when you reach for air, there is no skin. When you call for him, you fail
only in September.
You were mistaken and I smoked by the window
The hole in my chest
It will not heal
I fear 4am, the snow, the white roses
Salt. It tastes clean and I confess
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SEP 17, 2007 09:31 PM
Very pretty. 
Sad, but, sometimes the prettiest things are.
SEP 18, 2007 10:00 PM
nice words!... so how´s my favourite sg?? 
doozer
I'm lost
October 2005
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