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In the great wide empty there is company calling Miles of shores wanting you home from a place you no longer know Millions of people inside the dream. The captives and the lonely, floating under colors of trains that drum right by There is truth inside your lie but who wants that. The wicked sharing the night, Listless and harboring this void Close enough to taste Nothing is as empty as this But surely a whole that murdered Beautiful naughty, callous woman Who wants your eyes under the dismal sky. The comedown casts prism into your soul. Who wants to see that. The fiction sells. The lies complete. And the truth is nothing. |
i think you are falling back into it just fine keep practicing, keep working that structure and style, and i think you'll be spectacular i like the idea in this very cool xoxo | Posted on 2007-10-05 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ] | |