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Doesn't matter 9:36 p.m. 2005-11-09 Your truest memory will be vivid and the contrasting of fading colors with that streetlight will haunt you forever. Know this, i will burn and I will burn alone. its all that is in my make. Black leather and acrid smoke and the wisps of hair striking angular pose. Remember the sound of my steps in the night that wraps me in such perfect enthralling resonance. I will never become ash and I will never cease this flame, and it will never be yours to share. I am no lover, that isn't something i can do, and my regret will not change it. But in the darkness i can still be a savior. Does that make any sense to any of you? back & forth |