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Suzanne Vega's...
...Caramel
She sat there frantically searching through the endless files for the lost photos. I lay back against the wall and smiled at her. .“She’s never gonna learn. What’s lost is lost forever.”
She turns around sharply and stares at me accusingly with tears streaming down her face as I give her a sheepish but wry smile. She knows its futile but she keeps on searching anyway. Fingering through the files desperately, she mutters a prayer repetitively, pretending that its really going to make a difference.
“Its not going to help, you know. He doesn’t help with things like that.”
She glares at me once more, anger piercing forth from the dark, deep wells of her eyes. You can almost see the pain wracking her thin, frail, pathetic body. Her lips red and feverish from untold grief, swollen with the sorrow of a thousand hearts suspended by thin silver threads, she drops the files that cascade slowly to the floor like dying leaves in the winter wind, and whispers, “If we don’t find it, we’ll never live to 3.15pm.”
black llucii at 11:07:00 pm
She turns around sharply and stares at me accusingly with tears streaming down her face as I give her a sheepish but wry smile. She knows its futile but she keeps on searching anyway. Fingering through the files desperately, she mutters a prayer repetitively, pretending that its really going to make a difference.
“Its not going to help, you know. He doesn’t help with things like that.”
She glares at me once more, anger piercing forth from the dark, deep wells of her eyes. You can almost see the pain wracking her thin, frail, pathetic body. Her lips red and feverish from untold grief, swollen with the sorrow of a thousand hearts suspended by thin silver threads, she drops the files that cascade slowly to the floor like dying leaves in the winter wind, and whispers, “If we don’t find it, we’ll never live to 3.15pm.”
Welcome to my lonely daffodil
With eyes of sunlit hues
A garden party awaits us inside
We’ll be late tonight
See the silver on my cloud
Between the hearts of Spring
An escapade to which we’ll go
Our lifetime on a swing
With eyes of sunlit hues
A garden party awaits us inside
We’ll be late tonight
See the silver on my cloud
Between the hearts of Spring
An escapade to which we’ll go
Our lifetime on a swing
black llucii at 11:07:00 pm
drooling...
aching for life...
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