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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 12:55 pm
they say that this one is naive.
there was snow! queen!
there are more memories now.
this one is sad. sad. sad. sad.
saw a bird fly! flew with it.
didn't like this one.
more birds.
azaelia doesn't like these warm ones!
pain. pain. painhatehatehatehate.
midnight comes. my mind seems to have been set alight.
darkness breaks the oddity of a children's dream.
the colors of the sun are more brilliant than the gleam of crushed butterfly wings.
i miss it so, as i wake against the cold coins of gold against my equally cold skin.
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