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Sunday, May 01, 2005
mourn

and then benjamin gibbard sings,
there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night
i tremble.


# | posted by emil @ 5/01/2005 04:24:00 a.m. |