Thursday, January 27, 2005
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Tonight we'll die in each others arems for the last time
The autumn leaves rain down on us in orange and gold,
like ashes sprinkeled across the sky, the ashes of love letters burned and a love lost
We both know the urn on the mantle holds my heart
So drive this stake and twist the dagger
but the jokes on you because when i said "i love you"
i ment i'd like to pass the time
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You wrote this? When I read your earlier entries and compare them to more recent entries I feel like I'm reading works from two different authors.
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