Echos of the Past  

Posted by inkstainedhands in

Empty chocolate boxes
Dust covering the tops,
A jagged scratch
Running down the bottle,
Wilted roses,
A cracked gemstone,
Peeling paint
On the mask you wore.

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Dag namit, you made me hungry for some reason. And I want beer.

April 24, 2009 at 12:40 AM

How old were you?

April 24, 2009 at 11:53 AM

I was 16 when I wrote this.

April 26, 2009 at 8:55 PM

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