| 1 year ago :: Mar 23, 2012 - 11:25PM #1 | |
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and dim ever so dim a faded memory of kaleidoscopic mind fed on youth substance and folly those days were not all so light or Jolly we tend to drop the drama out the window as we ride on down the highway of life as those faded photos drop into the middle of lives embroiled our driveby, lose the past, foiled! because the pictures are printed on the soul even though finding them is never our goal. |
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