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Hanging on to tiny threads tiny words with tiny meanings Holding on to empty truths existing only in the life she planned to live Lost to those who knew her alive only to he who looks out thru empty eyes swimming in an endless emerald sea Hearts laid bare stripped of pride a walking open wound I'll give you my December if you'll be my Happy New Year Come to me wrapped in sheets of color Touch my shadowy places I'm cleansing myself in oceans of you Listening to: Fairweather - Next Day Flight Recently downloaded: Kind of Like Spitting - When Your Heroes Hate You Thinking of: midnite showing of LOTR tonite! -*-*-*- 17 Dec 02 that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement to leave off eating animals.." -HD Thoreau
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