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A simple story about friends
Certain songs
still transport me
back to those precious breaks
from conscienceness
where the blackness of our black out
the sin in all our doings
was our constant pleasure.
Sometimes
to break the rules is bliss.
still transport me
back to those precious breaks
from conscienceness
where the blackness of our black out
the sin in all our doings
was our constant pleasure.
Sometimes
to break the rules is bliss.
Published 15th Mar 2011
| Edited 16th Mar 2011
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17th Mar 2011 6:32am
Anonymous
23rd Jan 2012 12:39pm
A simple poem, to the point, Uncluttered, poignant. Beautiful.
4th Mar 2012 2:58pm
I love how this was short enough to not require much organization, and they way it's worded to be able to strike a response from anyone.. Well done, I liked this.
