when the tide is high
the deer will run and
all i can do is slash at
the day waiting for the
night with closed minds
we fall to the clouds
killing the sand as the
waves of light bathe the
steel of my dripping blade.
the deer will run and
all i can do is slash at
the day waiting for the
night with closed minds
we fall to the clouds
killing the sand as the
waves of light bathe the
steel of my dripping blade.
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trolldoll:
cj please reply to this girl....
lissi:
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