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up, down, up, down up and down they go on the seesaw of ideals, the seesaw of belief up, down, up, down a tail hangs by one&rsquo..

raise your glass in all your ruddiness this is our song our cherry wine anthem the one that would play each soirée undernea..

what good are dreams to a boy like me my closed eyes see nothing all the night save dancing spots and black outlines and when I ope..

I could come back every year I could, I could I scream for ice cream every year but each year my throat gets sorer and the ice cream..

I don't know what to call her servant, maid, or slave I just know that the Nintendo screen lightens her skin as if it removed the dir..

you were beautiful from the golden entrance of light through wispy fog you shone I had chosen you to be the one through the harsh ..

I have learned that there are so many things to do but there is so little time I guess I just won’t sleep

we painted a painting, you and I and since painting is art my feelings grew I did the most for I was too gentle and not able to te..

weekdays are sad I spend them at work and when I’m home I’m home alone weekdays are sad they mean wine not vodka or be..

I think I love you after all, my thoughts have endured several years so have the memories: you across the room; shared looks; brush..