Saturday, February 2, 2013
The Day You Stop Being Mine Comments
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At stormy morning rush, I had left my house at eight,
Half dormant, still in my night dream through city broken roar
With all the rest of metropolis crowd this is how I always do without a moment late
The train platform so crowded, with people agitated ants coming, flowing thru revolving doors
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