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"Laceration." by Rain In The Willows

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It was the way
You made me smile
In the Thunderstorm of sunny days
The lightening that flashed
What that of joy
The wind was smooth
As silken Sheets

That tattered in the wind
You .floated. [Just out of my reach]


'Shut up and live'
Was the best advice
I've ever known

I'm on top of the world
But it's cold up here
In plain veiw of those trampled
[All in the name of success though, right?]

I'm still searching for the famed happieness
Thats supposed to be,
[right here/right now]
In my hands
[Instead I hold a lacerated heart, just barely beating]

The clothesline of hope
Where I hung my dreams to dry
Was the ultimatum of fate
I spread my arms
[See .my. wings. now.]

-Freefall-

Over the edge

The rope?

[Was the one, I lost my life on]



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On Thursday May 5th, 2005, Yesterday (27) writes:
I love this. It makes me sniffle. ._. Wonderful work, hun. Love yous.



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