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Mar 2011
As the cold wind finds it way to my aching skin
and the night owl give in to loneliness
my body sinks in to shoothing comphered
my mind unfolds...unplugs...let's go....
My heart knows it's home
and somewhere he thinks of me
and I know he dreams of me
my eye are swallowed by blackness
blind and numb
Til tomarrow.......
Til tomarrow.........
I've been Gone for some time, what the **** did the do to this site???
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