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Copy Right Nici West | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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It was ten o�clock,
The lights were dull, Her brain was weak inside her skull. A candle lit, The door was closed, Her day was left on wilting clothes. Her eyes were closed, Her body collapsed. Around the room a thought would crash, Into her mind, Into her hand, The floor is sinking into sand. And there her soul, Will lose it self, But in the morning, it�s back on the shelf. 10.10.06 |
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