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[aid] => mick
[title] => come the fall
[time] => 2004-05-24 22:06:52
[hometext] => this has more meanings than I can even count. deeply personal in a cryptic fashion.
[bodytext] => come the fall it'll all be dead nothing left to save just time for rcome the fall it'll all be dead nothing left to save just time for regret lots of things won't mean as much anymore come the fall come the fall come the fall "cold" won't begin to describe the atmosphere of things each whispered "why" laced with frost tears of sleet sting the face like slivers of silver come to replace the golden hues of forgotten summer come the fall come the fall I'll be gone but not in a way I can explain it's just the way things are come the fall bring it down and finish what I couldn't start do all the things I never could be everything I need and paint me red with sin come the fall you'll see it all (but it won't be what you wanted just everything you already knew) I知 just so ***** sick of it all and caring never felt this lame come the fall I知 going down and I値l bet you'd kill to stop me cuz you're just like me to a degree and I知 just like everything I hated everything we thought was dead come the fall I値l be where I belong though I知 not sure what that means one of two and I think I know who will decide which one it is egret lots of things won't mean as much anymore come the fall come the fall come the fall "cold" won't begin to describe the atmosphere of things each whispered "why" laced with frost tears of sleet sting the face like slivers of silver come to replace the golden hues of forgotten summer come the fall come the fall i'll be gone but not in a way i can explain it's just the way things are come the fall bring it down and finish what i couldn't start do all the things i never could be everything i need and paint me red with sin come the fall you'll see it all (but it won't be what you wanted just everything you already knew) i'm just so ***** sick of it all and caring never felt this lame come the fall i'm going down and i'll bet you'd kill to stop me cuz you're just like me to a degree and i'm just like everything i hated everything we thought was dead come the fall i'll be where i belong though i'm not sure what that means one of two and i think i know who will decide which one it is [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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