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[03 Mar 2008|11:59pm] |
De molen gaat niet om met wind die voorbij is.
Dutch Proverb.
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![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) manhattanny. |
[03 Mar 2008|07:35pm] |
you promised me the ending would be clear. you'd let me know when the time was now. don't let me know when your opening the door. stab me in the dark, let me disappear. memories that flutter like bats out of hell, stab you from the city spires. life wasn't worth the balance or the crumpled paper it was written on. don't let me know we're invisible. don't let me know we're invisible. hot cash days that you trailed around. cold cold nights under chrome and glass led me down a river of perfumed limbs, sent me to the street with the good time girls.
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