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Jan 2013
Spinning out of control
Floating through my mind
My eyes become glazed
Something cracks from behind
The glass gives way
I'm floating through
Broken diamond shards
Fall upon you
I feel great
I'm on a cloud
There's screaming somewhere
I hear no sound
The wind whips by
I'm drifting down
I'm going to sleep
Upon the ground
Red roses appear
From under my head
So pretty made of blood
I close my eyes,
Wishing…
TaFace
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TaFace
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