Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Cunning is the dirtiest word.
I thought I left you. You were walking and you passed right through me. You didn't shiver, but I was certain you passed me by. I'm still in you though. I thought I left you and I was wrong. I took my life out of me and put in you. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot figure out who is haunting who.
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