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Turning MAG

By Anonymous

When the sky starts to fall into the open palms of weary morning,
When the stars are consumed by baby blue without a fleeting fight,
When my head rises from dreams marinated in fantasy,
the leaves start to fall and warm starts to fade,
turning colors of life begin their journey away from anything close to me.
I’m lost again.



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i love this so much!

XxX?ToXic8 said...
on Mar. 26 2010 at 9:16 am
This was like amazing, i loved it.. you have a great imagintion.. keed wrighting!(:

on Mar. 26 2010 at 4:42 am
MourningStar BRONZE, Surabaya, Other
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I feel honored to be the first to comment... and I have only one thing to say:

 

BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT!