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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
It's a different kind of longing, a throbing in my bones. Like I'm thumbing through someone elses memories. See, it's never me I see. I might be going crazy. Or something very close. Too close, its constantly brushing my skin. Giving me a rash. I want it back. A collection of dates, drop them in the can. For charity, for sanity. The striking of the clock, has struck me along my face. There's a place for the calling of your name. In my ruby field. |
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