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July 25th, 2010 (01:50 am)

current mood: content

you are the sweetest thing.
the hum of people in the passing crowd are shot away by the heave of your chest.
laying here I am perfect.

Numb yet overjoyed.

I am nothing more that the collapse and fall of your empire.
the stargazer looks at the sky expecting to find nothing more than what he was looking for.
what will I look to?

and the mirrors edge is coated by dust,

those cold eyes I know are mine, lurk with regret as they stare at ledge.

and we grow older always older.
                                                                                                         I'm happy its you.