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Forgotten souls Lost before it was over Sat on a meadow's hill Taught by time. Heads and hearts are seldom there Taken aback by a surface Free from shackles Nighttime gives us that impression. Honest in endevours Genuine in heart. How tuesday became thursday. Was meant from the start. Forcing efforts into front heroes. Fears are not quenched. Demeaning, aggravates. Tears pristine.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Invisible People
Forgotten souls Lost before it was over Sat on a meadow's hill Taught by time. Heads and hearts are seldom there Taken aback by a surface Free from shackles Nighttime gives us that impression. Honest in endevours Genuine in heart. How tuesday became thursday. Was meant from the start. Forcing efforts into front heroes. Fears are not quenched. Demeaning, aggravates. Tears pristine.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
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