Feet and hands all over the place and it's walk out on a limb. Sense of special and the revolt in front of the other leaves the case for holding back the brow in sessions for the scratch. Precious things with major swings cast out the cold for the sake of companionship.
All hands on the heart and they question each other on the pause that leaves no room for life outside the alien world. Clouds form in the purple haze and lips start moving with the eyes darting back and forth. Between the glass and between the smoke of its existence, makes for a tiny fraction of the time.
Unknown identity issues leaves a gaping hole of trust finding that which covers the bleak break. Get ready for the storm, things will only get freakier. Life is an essence to breathe and share.
Soon Van - Monday, June 25, 2007 - 22:31
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