her
By St Alcohol
i understand mr denver leaving on a jet-plane and i'm driving home turn to take your hand and only find my own and like a muslim i turn to my mecca my thoughts look towards you she's flying like an angel among clouds, to a heaven it's raining in purgatory its an empty room, i never noticed its empty, now when you aren't here but febuary is only a month away mythical febuary such a future dream, only a month Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 04:46 AM PST 0 • 8
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