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Sunday, December 16, 2007

CHALK DUST

take away all that i am
take it away from me, You can
i no longer deserve to hold on and to keep
this person, i no longer want to be
erase my soul
make me whole

© 1997 thomas bates

Posted by Thomas at 7:00 PM

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