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bumble
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stuff toking
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Mar 8 09:56 UTC 2002 |
I
Catch
My
Self
Reminiscing
Vauge longings
For
Everything
That's gone a--way
For all the little bits
For the soft touch
Rolling like
Melting ice
Slowly trickling
Down
My
Spine
Feeling fingers
Prying life
Andwarmthandhope
From your
Long dead
Ca--ress
Feeling life
Feeling like
Caving in
Falling 'til
Falling stops
And the night
Goes
Rush--ing
Out
And
I
Catch
My
Self
Slowly letting go
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| 3 responses total. |
morwen
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response 1 of 3:
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Mar 9 06:31 UTC 2002 |
this was cool.
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jazz
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response 2 of 3:
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Mar 9 19:19 UTC 2002 |
I like it. I notice there're breaks in the rhythm ... where did that
come from, or what does it mean?
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bumble
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response 3 of 3:
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Mar 17 09:36 UTC 2002 |
means nothing, cept im not the best at keeping a rythm <g> thats just
kinda how it came out
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