08-14-2005, 09:57 AM
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some guy
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Suzhou, China, city of canals
Posts: 308
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looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait and I feel still. still she is leaving home fledging fleeing flying off innocent first steps I watch her depart she is not turning around but i am rooted I call out her name so softly she can not hear please, god. tilt her back just this once, for me she stops and smiles, not looking just there, and knowing the train comes on time how many times can you leave? her whole life ahead even looking back she knows there's no point to it I am unbalanced The caboose leaves view
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