'refugee/harbinger of late'
By scatcatblu
i don't have your answers i threw them all away they singed my lips and stained my hands darkened my heart with winged embrace raped my intellect with greed and haste stole my thoughts and spat in my face without repent they slunk away i don't harbour your answers i don't wield your fatei bet you think this one is about you - don't you?! Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 08:03 AM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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"i don't have your answers..."