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It's different when the sun goes down
Contributed by
twick
on
Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 12:55:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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pink, red, and gold
of the soul
says remember me
like it won't be here tomorrow.
It bleeds out
screaming for attention
and its death is beautiful.
We don't mourn it.
Instead we become enveloped in the dark mistiness
ready for mischief and mayhem, and
close our eyes when the light peaks
above the trees because
we're ashamed of our
previous carelessness.
Copyright ©
twick
... [
2009-06-04 12:55:25] (Date/Time posted on
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