Whispering for Retribution, by Loneliness is condescending
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Your love like paper airplanes doesn’t fly too far
Crashing to the ground in self-consuming flames
No amount of words can turn their ashes to forgiveness
So fill your mouth with fragrant lies
Too late now…. Late now
Your empty words have gone too far
Loving whispers screaming silent hateful words
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| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:53:20 UTC |
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| 2005-10-07 04:45:04 | ill haven |
| Your* love
too* far
self-consuming*
Too* late now
gone too* far
wow i like the last three lines. very original. |