release, by Peaches Subscribe to rss feed for Peaches

dim of anger hate and pain
shine upon your skin
cross the road and let it rain
as the blade goes in

all the feeling you betray
the freedom of the mind
thinking as you fade away
the ones you leave behind 
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:50:39 UTC

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