oceans did come

you told me once, before you left, you'd clear it all up, make up for lost ground and it'd all make sense then, done with foolishness and folly for once, finally.

but when you came it wasn't like an anything i imagined, it was so much and trembles me low i can't imagine the amount of trouble you put into making bullshit of life.

2003-12-08 | 7:39 p.m.
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