said the cat, as his face stretched wide as his body 'nished, "somehow you strayed and lost your way, and now there'll be no time to play, no time for joy, no time for friends - not even time to make amends. you are too naïve if you do believe life is innocent laughter and fun."
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
my imagination
she cries to the touch bleeds to the taste throws you away but you can't forget her face.
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