September rain.
Thunder roar.
Lightning rips.
Tea grown cold.
Porcelain heart.
Trembling lips.
Anchor gone.
Threadless sheets.
Time again.
One last sip.
Empty box.
Permanent ink.
Music skips.
Queen of hearts.
Winning hand.
Sunken ship.
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Filed, listed, surname: C.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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i love this.
don't understand it, but love it.
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