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May 27th, 2004

lover @ 03:56 am

Current Mood: catching up to now
Current Music: "finally we are no one" -- Mum

 
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:June 5th, 2004 09:45 am (UTC)

random eyes

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a poetry fuk from PapaDom.
ready? bend over.

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you dont really care for music do you?
...
maybe ive been here before
i know this room, ive walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew ya
...
why cant we overcome this wall?
well maybe its because i didnt know u at all
kiss me please kiss me
...
on my way up north
i pulled back the hood and i was talking to u
and i knew then it would be
a life long thing
...
i thought we were supposed to be like glue
should i freak out
should i seek out
someone i could keep
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how fucking romantic
all the stars are out
twinkling twinkling twinkling
and fluttering about...
even tho u treat me like a dancing bear
toss your bear a goldfish as it cycles by
...
someone told me youd be here
whsipering these familiar things
i saw u last in summeretime
u said u hate long goodbyes
you said theres nothing to explain
in every life a little rain
etcetera
...
sleep a little more if u want...
i could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes
lying here asleep on a sunbeam
i wonder if u realize
u fascinate me so
...
like to see u
i had a funny dream and u were wearing funny shoes
i see a wilderness for u and me
im wondering how things could have been
...
if you find yourself caught in love
say a prayer to the man above
but if u dont listen to the voices
then my friend youll soon run out of choices
the only freedom that youll ever really know
is written in books from long ago
...
where there is hatred let me sow love
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light
where there is sadness, joy
dont seek so much to be consoled as to console
to be understood as to understand
to be loved, as to love
....
to be loved as to love
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to be loved, as to love
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to be loved, as to love



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