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sorry, but she's taken. taken by the dreams she chases every waking moment. her best friend is the cold edge and silver line between taking the moment or letting it slip to roam her past like a silhouette predator with an appetite for reality. memories dreamed and children grown no one told her this house wasn't home. she fell asleep on her death bed... missed it all. took a while to sort through the ashes and most of what they found never existed.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
sorry, but she's taken
sorry, but she's taken. taken by the dreams she chases every waking moment. her best friend is the cold edge and silver line between taking the moment or letting it slip to roam her past like a silhouette predator with an appetite for reality. memories dreamed and children grown no one told her this house wasn't home. she fell asleep on her death bed... missed it all. took a while to sort through the ashes and most of what they found never existed.
30 Dec 2004
philip-finch
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
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