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out
A window, a door and nothing else
marble floors reflect thoughts of lingering passion
They contrive from soundwaves, into linear dimensions
and crush the abandonment of my soul
i want to squeeze into life's perpetual love cycle
but im left out, I am the outsider.
marble floors reflect thoughts of lingering passion
They contrive from soundwaves, into linear dimensions
and crush the abandonment of my soul
i want to squeeze into life's perpetual love cycle
but im left out, I am the outsider.
Published 19th Aug 2010
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Anonymous
19th Aug 2010 12:14pm
the confines of a mind that leave little to the imagination, yet left to reflect of your own shadow.. it can be a lonely planet.
19th Aug 2010 2:05pm
hi im glad it was enjoyed but what do mean by the confines that leave little to the imagination..sorry im a lil slow..pls explain.
