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Fri 6 Aug, 2004 10:08 am
City
Rain pouring down
Early Morning
She walks aimlessly
Down sunset boulevard
Her clothes
Rain soaked
Her face
Covered with tears
Doesn't know where she's going
Like a drunk staggering back
To a home she doesn't remember
Lost memories
Of the night before
Strike like lightening
In a midnight sky
A drink
A kiss
A mistake
She could never fix
FallenAngel, that's a great poem.
it reminds me of vanilla sky
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