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Saturday, February 21, 2004 Randomness late at night...She She talks in her sleep She tells them all her secrets She's digging really deep Finding he who she has not met yet She dreams of all the world She'd give it all up if she had to She can't stand the strain of it all She's stretching like a string On an old violin She might sing you a tune But you've got to pay for it With a kiss, or a promise She stands at the edge of awareness She screams out for her sanity It screams back an obscenity She turns away, to find her home of madness "I'm home. I'm home, and I feel it." posted by:Russ at 12:50 AM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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