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Sunday, 23 October 2011

A Place We Can Go . . . .

The deeper part of the dark,  Is when you cannot hear your heart.Step by step you make amends, choosing wisely and picking friends.Store bought tokens take you plans, putting them in machines that make you dance.What a country town that drags you down,surrounded by people that makes you frown.Speaking words that seem profound, digging up dirt that should remain underground.I...
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