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Topic: Tell Tale
Sharris Joined Sun 12/10/06 Posts: 7300	Sat 10/24/09 08:13 AM
Tell Tale I've grown accustomed to this place, taking up all the room, my side, and yours, clutching all the soft and holding close to my heart in the middle of that forever when that still white sound, cuts through my wall. I dream, remembering what you once left filling my nostrils, hoping for another faint, if only, reminder of what living once was. Yes, I will drift in that tell tale, once upon this mattress..princess? you ask. Perhaps in this lifetime of knowing.. myself. Raine Les 10/24/2009

MirrorMirror Joined Fri 10/26/07 Posts: 89680	Sat 10/24/09 02:38 PM
Tell Tale I've grown accustomed to this place, taking up all the room, my side, and yours, clutching all the soft and holding close to my heart in the middle of that forever when that still white sound, cuts through my wall. I dream, remembering what you once left filling my nostrils, hoping for another faint, if only, reminder of what living once was. Yes, I will drift in that tell tale, once upon this mattress..princess? you ask. Perhaps in this lifetime of knowing.. myself. Raine Les 10/24/2009

Gossipmpm Joined Tue 03/03/09 Posts: 19414	Sat 10/24/09 02:48 PM


Fusion99 Joined Thu 07/09/09 Posts: 927	Sat 10/24/09 05:14 PM
Tell Tale I've grown accustomed to this place, taking up all the room, my side, and yours, clutching all the soft and holding close to my heart in the middle of that forever when that still white sound, cuts through my wall. I dream, remembering what you once left filling my nostrils, hoping for another faint, if only, reminder of what living once was. Yes, I will drift in that tell tale, once upon this mattress..princess? you ask. Perhaps in this lifetime of knowing.. myself. Raine Les 10/24/2009 This one stabs at something in me.... (effective & eloquent write )

Sharris Joined Sun 12/10/06 Posts: 7300	Sat 10/24/09 05:17 PM
Tell Tale I've grown accustomed to this place, taking up all the room, my side, and yours, clutching all the soft and holding close to my heart in the middle of that forever when that still white sound, cuts through my wall. I dream, remembering what you once left filling my nostrils, hoping for another faint, if only, reminder of what living once was. Yes, I will drift in that tell tale, once upon this mattress..princess? you ask. Perhaps in this lifetime of knowing.. myself. Raine Les 10/24/2009 This one stabs at something in me.... (effective & eloquent write ) a curtsy, cherished thoughts, thank you.

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