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by Caleb Freeman |
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His mind immersed in a fleeting fog As the hope he trusts burns away Given up to euphoric smog His savior for the day
The short repose of each lazy swirl Diffused into his tortured world His lips dispose exhausted sin Entrance in, to oblivion
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© 2005 Caleb Freeman |
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Submitted May 17 2005 / 19:20:22 caleb i didnt kno u could write like that wow ur my hero ur cuz |
Submitted May 24 2005 / 18:54:08 nicee calebb that is like deep britt attard |
Submitted March 09 2006 / 15:19:37 "And smeared there in the distance" I love that! keep it up. Brittany |
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