take it from the girl
the one with the purple hair
she always knows best
take not from the one
the one who died her hair blue
the secret is kept
until the time when
the closest become closer
and all is reviled
burning inside me
formulating at my tongue
was the sound i heard
a broken promise
escapes from my impatient
soul the cannot rest
the start of something
i have only 2 dollars
be my idea
12/31/09
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