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Submitted:Feb 22, 2007    Reads: 148    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Wash me clean of all my sins.

Watch were ill then creep.

Over the hills to the ocean deep.

Time to get back whats there.

Treasures that were lost in another time.

Commited to the deep sea with all its crime.

Riches beyond imagination.

But there in my head.

You'll know when there has been to much siad.

Ill be floating at the ocean floor.

Never knowing what was missed.

Or the angels i could have kissed.


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