| i_think_i'm_wanted | ||
| the awful truth |
in vermont. by the court. |
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| Death of a Rose |
I love the formalities that fill our spaces when we leave them to fall into ashes, It seems that the words are just there...a spite that you throw... a respite that I know. In consequence I tell them, that each brave act will be forgotten. In my laggard ways I preach to them, know the divided pathways. In our youth they played, with each other without the kind regard of others. In such temples, we are scorned. |
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