Bachos

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By Loneliness is condescending •

My heart of indecision The half-light shields the growing darkness To make a stand will be my end My soul is kind even if this heart is darkened I pledge my love to a life I cannot live Escape together in make believe Both eyes begging for the night to never come

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March 6, 2006 18:37lost the lonely dead

interesting piece of work, i'll give you that much