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adrian


adrian,
you took my wrist and pulled me off the stage
I let you borrow my eyes

adrian,
you never held me when you were sober
my ribs under your fingers

adrian,
I wished your worried love away
nights of confusion

adrian,
hidden treasures awakes
hold my wrist to keep me safe





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Publicerad 2006-10-26 00:07



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