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 Nov 17 2006, 06:57 PM
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Can't you feel me breathing down your back?
I am just over your sholder I am in front of you everytime you look at me you look right through you look right through me well like a clown you climb and then you fall back down with a painted on face show no emotion while I show my devotion well will you stop and take a second will you please stop and just listen you could be the reason why i cry sometimes clowns all around you pretent they don't know you clowns looking right trough you I'm not made of glass clowns all around you It's not fun being ignored by who turn the other cheek while you pleed for somebody i keep screaming and you just walk away pretening you can't hear me can't you feel me breathing down your back |
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thedeathofannakarina clowns Nov 17 2006, 06:57 PM
Gilbertay Very true. I feel this all the time...good poem. Nov 23 2006, 10:10 PM
Back-up Battery. I loved it.
QUOTEI'm not made of glass
That li... Nov 24 2006, 08:56 PM  |
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