memories, by *+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+*
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Once opon a midnight dream,
When memories colided,
Like an open stream. . .
When night broke to day,
and when we were still,
a loving team?
Remember the times,
Way back when,
when we were so close?
And you could still be seen?
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Posted: 2010-01-31 18:21:57 UTC |
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2010-02-04 13:52:49 | essie |
ahh... sounds sad... |
2010-02-07 21:20:55 | *+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+* |
thanks, i was going for the feel of those nightmares you get when one of your loved ones dies or goes away. |