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Just a quick ramble about myself...
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Unfinished, but started, for sure.
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Gather your skirts and run like hell,
Kneel next to the one who just fell
Curls tumble down to sheild his face
Slow your breathing to a regular pac..
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The woods, dark and familiar. The cold, ignored. Their minds and bodies are warm, and blurred around the edges. A million sighs are heard, the unfinis..
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Not done, but it's a start...
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It's not done. But it is, either way.
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Again, words demand to be set free.
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There you are
Where you are
And fallen, I have
Caught me, you did.
Try to escape the....
I cannot live without......
But how could we handle......
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I dunno. Sometimes, the rush of words in my brain must be let out....They cry for freedom often. Here are some of them.
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Can you see the light in the dark,
Follow it with the lead in your heart.
Let it guide you into your falling,
Slip into the destiny calling.
Gat..
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