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Sunday, January 09, 2011
Dusty Excuses
Can I lay here forever?
I want to evaporate.
Be part of the air laying above my pores, be part of everything else but this body.
I will never belong.
I want to be the clouds that carries, the rain that falls on all the rotten souls.
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