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Mar 2012
Siting quietly at the

crowded station.  

Waiting for

this feeling

to stop racing like

a train.

On the tracks of my strung out heart.

I'm trying to forget your name.

Just let me get my drink on

and

I

should

be good on that.

Colder than January's breathe,

the silence of our empty room

has made me bitter.

January's Breathe.  I'm cold cause you left my heart open.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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     Sacrelicious and Victoria Cole
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