If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Going.

Driving on fours, one mile long
road, speakers blast songs as cold as
the depressing rainy day. Traffic light
flashed red, I remember lying in bed.
I remember how much the soft embrace,
the warmth of your breath and everything
in your eyes were all that I needed.
It
is
going,
g o ing,
g o i n g...

One day, it will be gone.

"But I can't read your mind, not this time."
- Not This Time - Cultured Pearls

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