aerii
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2005 17 October :: 9.12pm
:: Mood: sleepy
:: Music: tortures of the damned
look harder.
I am blue leaves falling off my legs
poetic retellings of ones we can never love
with fake rings and fake smiles
everything is a blur
alive with the mish-mash of broken verbs
messy hair and fading tattoos
the man whose elbows were swallowed by the night
girls dripping with emotions
bleached blond fireballs, with melting hearts
like the leaves, i turn sour and fall
like garbage, shoved into a bag and sent away
and when the dreams come, you dont know what to believe
is it the stars or his eyes
(but whats the difference?)
im broken down and love has lost my heart
and if its true, when you look at the stars, you're really looking back in time
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