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Let me try!
It's been a while. I'm going to try a short ballad
Grafitti
Numberes scrawled on a plastered wall
With cracks to deep to see
Figures are drawn on a pavement floor
Where feet have ceased to be
Daylight shines it's beeming truths
Night hides the ticking time
Spent in a room without a use
Other than being mine
While this may seem of no pracitcal use
Other than to hide
What's done is done, and wantings fun
Since there is none, none other
Other than being mine
Last edited by Mercury; 10-16-2009 at 11:41 PM.
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