Saturday, July 14, 2007

As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She was sitting at the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday
What a black day
I could feel your salutation
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations

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