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Hygienic Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:23 pm
Backs of our Hands
It’s not all too bad that our sky will be falling,
What bothers me is that I know how it feels,
Painting the roses red, losing my mind
The train thought it could but it strained on square wheels.
When stars are aligned but the hero has lost,
There’s nothing to know but the backs of our hands,
We’ve tried to go forward and found future slipping,
We’ve tried to go back and we’ve found that we can’t.
So we trace every vein in the sky as it falls
Know all its depths as we know our own skin
Memorize sunlight as it melts our faces
But knowing has never recompensed a sin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:25 pm
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Hygienic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:24 am
heart O.o. likies. o.O heart
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:36 am
Good job! But do you know what I thought of when I read 'painting the roses red'? That song off Alice In Wonderland.
'We're painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red.' ...Okay, I'm done here.... sweatdrop
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