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| April 1998 / Volume One / Isuue Two | ||||||||
| Mark Fletcher | ||||||||
| Dreams of Hope And I thought all my time was through These days and hours progress, I just can't slow down And in your words just like a child Intuition sought for istitution. All those people you once loved, are now fractured damaged goods My fire has now become unextinguishable The words I speak are unintelligible Watch as the narrow mind keeps getting narrower I can never expand just shrinking into nothingness. |
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