Thursday, December 16, 2010

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I've expected you for sometime
this reoccuring photograph, I've imagined every line
I've wept in this
superficial city, deserted roads
and dusted soles
angel means, and devilish dreams
waiting for someone to take
whats beneath my
broken seams, fragmented
in every way, even in my shortcomings
I've desired for you to lay

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