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Post by hippigirl on Sept 17, 2005 23:06:56 GMT -5
With Marshmallow clouds And chocolate rainbows And innocent pillows of caramel, cream dream clouds Wash away In the milky high way of life Drowning in the site Of the pain That imprisons my soul Everything I’ve every known Is up in the sky Too high to reach Oh I seek to meet the sweet Sanity that was imprisoned away from me. I miss my freedom I miss hopeful wishes of originality My optimistic eye has hid the horrid truth away from me. Afraid of receiving the truth Scared of the proof It may hold
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Post by Amelia Kirby on Sept 17, 2005 23:10:51 GMT -5
Again, wow! I love it. Again. And again, wanna tell me where the idea came from? Very different, for you.
- K
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Post by Heather on Sept 19, 2005 19:08:29 GMT -5
I loved it! It made me hungry. I like sweets, and I wouldn't mind drowning in chocolate. Great job!
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