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At night I lay alone
Comparing life to a stone
Going no where until someone comes along
Only to be used to skip the pond

For that brief second when you're held in thier hand
You feel on top of the world in the highest land
But then you're thrown to the fishes never to be held again
With a broken heart and shattered wishes drifting down with out a kin
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down's status is: drowning at the bottom fading away to nothing



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On Sunday December 4th, 2005, snowangel (3) writes:
I like this, Larry. It's pretty. hehe, I miss You!


On Sunday November 20th, 2005, AAA (21) writes:
Going no where until someone comes along Only to be used to skip the pond Those lines spoke to me. Great write.


On Saturday October 8th, 2005, Jerrica (122) writes:
"You feel on top of the world in the highest land." God, I love that! That feeling is like no other. Bloody beautiful love. *J*


On Tuesday September 27th, 2005, Possesion (189) writes:
Gorgeous love, how i wish to pick you up into my hand and race across the pond with you into dusk, this was so sullen, i wish it didnt have to be so. but it was great of course, you never fail


On Wednesday September 28th, 2005, Possesion (189) writes:
*at beauty in a depressed mangle of words/thoughts/text



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