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[today]Aug 10th, 2006 2:23:04 am - Subscribe


storm
lie awake
bright lights
running
loud sounds
running
late night
no jacket
turn a corner
streets shining
wide awake
heart slamming
rain pounding
losing sleep
still running
everything sparkling
through the rain
running
to you.

[I am]

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avatar perfect110

August 11th, 2006
aww that sounds nice... perfect~

avatar s0rry

August 11th, 2006
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=) come visit if you'd like!

aya

August 11th, 2006
it's simple and bittersweet..i like..keep it up, end-of

silentrain

August 15th, 2006
Ah. I love it. The imagery you used was wonderful. You are a very talented writer.

anonymous

August 16th, 2006
unlike the way i write, you use very few words, yet play out a very vivid image. you leave the feeling to the reader, while mine seems more direct? lol.

Road's one of my favourites. i find most of my poems lame actually. lol. thanks for dropping by.

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