distraction
thoughts on love
&
space
Fever dreams cut from dying words
the heart is a fragile organ
I’ve loved
lost
The hurt never dies– it just becomes easier to cope
It hurts to think of her
It hurts to think of hell
without her
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| January 2003 / Volume Four / Issue One | ||||||||||
| Nathan Roberts | ||||||||||
| Speaking on attraction distraction thoughts on love & space Fever dreams cut from dying words the heart is a fragile organ I’ve loved lost The hurt never dies– it just becomes easier to cope It hurts to think of her It hurts to think of hell without her |
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