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*VIVA VOCE.
01.06.03 @ 10:00 pm too bad for you, i've found a passion. i wonder if it kills you to know i'm not meeting your stare. silence reflects only through glances and mine are the 21st century hardcore romances. as i walk down the street, jet planes illuminate the sky and now i can see my way home [&if i were blind i'd still be able to be guided by the warmth of his heart--draw me near/draw me near]. passing over the babbling brook, i'll throw these dead dreams into the water and beg of the stars to drown them. the wind howls confessions in my ears and all i can think of is how much it sounds like your voice; maniacal and chilling. the cherry blossoms that line my street turn in their beauty for bareness, what was once crimson is now replaced with a desolate reminder of what spring has to offer again. these leaves crackle beneath my feet and this could be all the end all be all of what i've known my whole life. if i ring this doorbell... will you answer? << >> SN–— M |