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5/25/2011...

I try to stir you
gently...

August rushes back and forth. The land
brought to this blonde haired boy is unfamiliar...

Ebony voices sculpted my hands
until I was clutching cold metal...

.
Tough...

I've never felt the vocals of love....
half of Rome is in midday motion...

Melancholy tears release
locked up sadness and despair...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...

I thought I had
buried the remaining bitterness...

I tried to find home
by looking within and...

----------------------------Creamy-------and...

Fragrance chills my arms
in a swift summer swing...