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It's different when the sun goes down
Contributed by
twick
on
Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 12:55:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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pink, red, and gold of the soul says remember me like it won't be here tomorrow. It bleeds out screaming for attention and its death is beautiful.
We don't mourn it.
Instead we become enveloped in the dark mistiness ready for mischief and mayhem, and close our eyes when the light peaks above the trees because we're ashamed of our previous carelessness.
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twick
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2009-06-04 12:55:25] (Date/Time posted on
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