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Washed Out
On through my party
my
solitary party
the last sounds
of my celebrating mind
die off
left alone
with just smoke
to warm the fading breath
against a cold night wind,
bridge to town washed out.
my
solitary party
the last sounds
of my celebrating mind
die off
left alone
with just smoke
to warm the fading breath
against a cold night wind,
bridge to town washed out.
Published 2nd Jan 2012
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2nd Jan 2012 8:11pm
i filmed my party for My Farcebook Page...gotta put it up wit me uuuuuuutoooob collection....
...last sounds...celebrating mind...Indeed
...last sounds...celebrating mind...Indeed
22nd Jan 2012 6:32pm
I enjoyed this though it left me sad, I smiled, it's something I can read and relate to. All your writing does that actually. :) Good job.
5th Feb 2012 10:08pm
15th Jun 2012 4:43am
