Stranger,
I think we've met before.
In a dream or perhaps a nightmare,
we have sang a thousand songs.
Our hearts, the open flames.
Our minds, the frigid barricades.
There's a darkness in your soul,
and a place that made you fear.
And in your eyes I see a vacancy,
a mere reflection of myself.
We drown in our sea of thoughts,
and slump into the bore we call existing.
We are not so different you and I.
Let's not disappear again.
g.m
Stranger, I think we've met before. In a dream or perhaps
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Mar 19, 2013 10:31pm
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Okay I'm in love with this