no mercy: Petunia

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Friday, November 12, 2004

Petunia

weather changes bones chill seasonal memory brings me your eyes your voice that Sunday morning when a gun and a bathtub ended your journey we were kindred souls bled one ache pounds deep echoes hollow your broken heart now lives in mine Sign in to see full entry.

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