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In the name of conservation
We'll throw away our heads,
And if this heart lusts insignificance,
These hands will hope for death.
And when these little lanes are busy,
Connecting my make believe to yours,
This worn down heart will build itself
And tunnel to your door.
And if this heart lusts insignificance
These hands will hope for death
geez..did you sell your soul or something?..hehe...these lines here could stand alone...nice one...Polly
I loved the first two lines and the sixth, i wish i ahd come up with them!
and now I am alittle worried about what i am goign to do when i read all your work, cause there will be none left to futher enjoy!
ash
Much Love
Ashley