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fragile thoughts soon forgotten

Thursday, January 12, 2006

fools' paradise

run away with me to the ends of the earth where no one can find us, where we can find ourselves. you cry into my shoulder late at night, i curl up like a fetus. we're trying to form a paradise out of shattered pieces of hell. you vowed to never forsake me but more than that, let's always drink deep the love we've read about, dreamed about, fought for and almost lost. come, take my hand, and run. don't look back.

1 Comments:

At 9:23 AM, Blogger Keith Dow said...

wow. powerful.

 

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