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cave time
Contributed by
caleb
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Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 07:25:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Mincing my words to paint a pain diluted stops right here.
My inner man fell long ago beneath the essex smile.
Who loves to place me on the bench, while sloths have match-time.
The hope that used to be my middle name, has now been stamped upon the wrench i see upon my path.
So go please call a surgeon bud, this is not sweat but blood.
These mind games are to blame for times i danced alone with shame.
How can one girl kiss and tell, and leave a young man's heart unwell, as she holds hands with Mordor's men, again.
Never trust a western smile, but run a mile.
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2005-08-23 07:25:40]
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Re: cave time
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by Archie on
Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 09:43:48 AM AEST
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| I have yet to expireience a broken heart like that. When friends move away or I don't see them in a while I do get sad. I wish I knew something more to tell you. Great write. |
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