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Lost my way in these salad days, started to drown in your salad ways, this distance keeps me from feeling whole, causing disparity of the soul, Cordially invited to share my fate, you didn't show up, you were fashionably late, Id packed my burdens in a trunk of desire, but you stamped on the embers, put out the fire. And if credence could talk and was given a face, it would be my companion in this fall from grace, but for now I’ll just accept my plight, take a walk in the shadows, avoiding the light.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Salad days
Lost my way in these salad days, started to drown in your salad ways, this distance keeps me from feeling whole, causing disparity of the soul, Cordially invited to share my fate, you didn't show up, you were fashionably late, Id packed my burdens in a trunk of desire, but you stamped on the embers, put out the fire. And if credence could talk and was given a face, it would be my companion in this fall from grace, but for now I’ll just accept my plight, take a walk in the shadows, avoiding the light.
haydn-swan
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
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