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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Wednesday, December 10, 2003 v

Sifting through weathered photo albums looking for gloriously aged polaroids
of places you have never been. A place to accept that you don't really
exist. "Smile for the camera sweet heart, I really want to immortalize this
moment." But just remember the first step in forgetting is destroying all the
evidence. With friends like you who needs subtext.
THIS IS A 44. CALIBER
LOVE LETTER STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART.
Straight from my heart
Deal with it.

Finally, someone made sense through all of Alexisonfire's screaming to have beautiful lyrics written out for us. The guitar is awesone, but they really shouldn't scream. They could just talk, and not sing, I don't care. Good, he's not online anymore.


~wYLdeFiLLy~ 12:31 am [+]
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