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It was in a dark winter night, And the snow flurries are falling down, Dancing in a perfect harmony through lame streets. I found myself, sitting in car, Staring outside the window, but not looking at anything, Because, where my heart, one time was, only is left an empty hole, Who keeps bleeding in an intense agony. Anything isn’t the same anymore. |
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12/26/2008 1:00 pm |
hi pb belated welcome to blogsville have some fun thanks for sharing thoughts this one here, i know what you mean........i hope soon your having fun and feeling great happy new year wishing you all the best peace love happiness dan      
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