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they’re caught in a tangle of perishing wilddesires, following the complex steps like two expert dancers. they’re caught in the mome..

you were my oxygen.

for a contest.

01 he’s high on a shelf, dusty and snowblind, forgetting and forgotten, rained on and drenched by the perpetual showers of dust and memo..

this ain't my America--this ain't my American dream.

i'm dying for just another moment and i'm just dreaming, counting the ways to where you are.

oh dream, america, dream. i can't even sleep from the light's early dawn.

Just somthing I rustled up for a contest

(Heartbreak and Handgrenades)

i wanna break every clock--the hands of time can never move again. [we could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives.]