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Nov 2011
I had a vision of black and white

                              Nostalgic Nightmares in Haunted Hallways

                  Seven doors burned and bottles of un opened happiness left swimming to shore

                                                          ­                                                                 ­               they left me

                                staaag....gg..errr. . .ing alone

                                                          ­                          d

                                    ­                                                  o

            ­                                                                 ­          w

                                                              ­                           n

                                                              ­                             the corridor

Naked streets in the indians dream,

     Blowing trees are all I see...                          running WILD!

        The west was ONE and won by ONE



               All over again they will come around



     When I remember them

                      I'll come around....

                                                     ­                                              : Just like they told me to. Do what they told you.



                                        Breathe no more in this soggy air,

                                                           ­                                               the smoke in the air....

                          Staining the floral patterns on the wall,

                                         I can't get out of this hall                                                        .from­ hell.

                                                          ­                                    the morals intention

                                                      ­   on a blue sunday in October

                                      The crippling last words are always remembered

                  Sometime in December,

                                                      ­                           I'll dance again

with you,                                                             ­                                                                 ­ my love









                            It's all I can do...                                                            ­                           my love

                            I'll see you there







                                                               ­            Like a dove

Like last night.
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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