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falling in a grave....

underneath the hill is the riches.

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When I saw you the first time it was as if you were a grape, ripe and rich, but when she left you I saw only a raisin. All dried and shrivelled, but still sweet. Though the ache was in your eyes that has never been there before, as if you had lived and died and come back to tell the story.
catching a few zzz's, finding dream worlds, grass, livejournal, resting my eyes, sleeping, taking naps