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[Oct. 12th, 2009|09:06 pm] |
 
i don't know how to say it
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
gray, quiet and tired and mean
picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the tree
I see it all through a telescope:
guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
lying in the back of the blue boat
humming a tune |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
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sometimes it happens, feelings die,
whole years are lost in the blink of an eye,
we once had it all but events conspired,
oh sometimes |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:03 pm] |
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when I leave this island I'll book myself into a soul asylum |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
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in full gloom ... fool gloom. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
fading into beautiful light
it almost feels right
to leave the night |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:30 pm] |
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The greatest story ever told. ^.^ |
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| About Me, Katelyn |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
I like when time seems limitless. I work at the things that I want to keep with me.
lets meet |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:40 pm] |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
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