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May. 31st, 2006 | 01:06 pm
mood: breathing
music: moe.

cleaning my room
i start to have thoughts
the kind that leap our of your forehead
and nose dive to right outside your heart
and then persist to gnaw away at the little pink shield around it

there's a mug
laced with mold and dust
for autumn to return
so that forever could have a deeper meaning

these are the times that determine our strength
these are the times when peace and love are defined
into their true meanings
you can breathe in and feel it

if you are breathing with an open heart

happy livin'
paula lee

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