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Crossroads dissect my life. My thoughts implode... wrong or right? A tear, above, falls here for love. Mine eyes bleed bitter blood. A dream/ a hope await their burial. Painting portraits of me perching headlong on my grave's edge.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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