something says go. and gone i am. off to the mountains, swinging from one tight curve to the next. down to my beach, and always a stranger lingers. i ran, and sat stagnant. would rather have slept in my car. but gentle voices sing so sweetly. and the days before i do not remember. my fairy queen dreams blotted out, forgotten. snuffed my way to a halo. and the tight sticks look over. always a boys suprise. my aristocracy, my armed citizenry....keeps watch.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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