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by Leana   Jun 27, 2005


Have you ever noticed how when the billowy smoke
Have got its surroundings in a grey grip of choke
The only colour and the only light
Sprouts forth from the red orange flames clouding your sight

Have you ever had that dream where you’re falling
And you know no one can hear you calling
Have you ever woken up surrounded by snakes
Only to find you’re drowning in a thousand lakes

Similar to that’s the path that love has walked
With you and me down this trail of blood
I hate clichés but I still love you
Even though this is where our path split in two

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