last waltz for a dream

there were catcombs at the marker of my life. and anguish upon the breeze within my lungs. but once, you were there (thank god you're gone) subtle for me and god spoke the children of my mind came to call as you waltzed away you were everything i thought i ever suffered the need for. i was the thought without your mind.

2003-02-21 | 2:01 p.m.
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