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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

June 6, 2010

Winnie Blue Pt. 3

She said she would
examine the wound.
But her promises
are never fucking true.
It's a thought to remember
slipping through a scarlet
glass door
Nothing is ever finished
forget every single thing
you know and you won't
have half the empty
head I do.
Posted by cardboardjesus at 7:38 PM

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