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driving by the road of old death with a new lovewhere's new life?
i think it's always old life, old love,
same roads, similiar faces, places,
graces lost times traced cigaretts out, falling out,
string breaks on a necklace of [real] pearls
shattering the ground, my eyes burn.
posted by Unknown @ 10:14 PM
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