• bones • 2008-06-23 • 10:18 p.m. •

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I was sitting in a semi-lit parking lot thinking of days to forget... when all I could manage to muster was the soft of your jaw to my lips.

I was sitting in the gloom of the evening and I was passed by a thousand ghosts. No matter how I tried to tread, I only sunk into the dusk of your bones.

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