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Thursday, March 19, 2009 / 1:05 AM
at the end of the day we go home with bruises and cuts we drag our sore and broken leg along the cold cold concrete pavement yes we are chasing pavements that lead nowhere we hurl ourselves against the walls we drink poision stab and slit run and scream then the sun rises the smoke disappears and i smell the freshness of the still night the sudden touch of night breeze i know you are always there for me |
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