Sunday, March 15, 2009

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The intense collision of trembling lips yearning for a change.
Endless wishes all clash as one, cravings for what we want most.
Like sprinting statues, we run from society. Hesitant, yet enthusiastic.
Ready to give in, ready to surrender. You lead me to restraint.
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Morgan Stanton
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