Monday, August 21, 2006

your eyes addictive like colors alive,
what lies afflicted like my mood,
the scars are souviners you hold them dear you brush off dust,
your failure lack of trust you musture luck but lack confidence.

posted by fillshe @ 9:31 PM

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