Sarah ([info]sarahsquiggy) wrote,
@ 2006-11-26 22:09:00
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Entry tags:poems

i dont know where me is but i'm certainly not here.
past past the looking glass
all i see is you:
a mix of poignant vertigo
and a late trainride for two.

oh is this what love does to me ?

drained drained glasses of wine
and you, twisted under the sheet
it's 2am, bye love;
i'm making my retreat.

and i never ever saw you again, darlin
and the angels, they count the seconds till i'm gone.


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xmass soon<3.




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