Friday, May 1, 2009
Epilogue Comments
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Come play fire with me,
we'll wither away with desire in our eyes,
Your words crawl up my neck, and those champagne dreams seem so far.
I'm a martyr, without a cause, without a messiah to call my own.
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7/27/2025 8:32:10 PM # 1.0.0
it sounds like lyrics to a song by the used. and i love them. so nice =]