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Here I sit, in the darkness of the living room on an air mattress 3/4 of the way filled, watching you watch me.I sit here begging to have my voice hea..
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Sometimes we meet the one and we let them slip past our fingers.
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Deep, dark, beautiful red.Deep, dark, beautiful world.Deep, dark, beautiful leaves.Deep, dark, beautiful season.Deep down under your skin,There lies t..
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I've gone mad with the idea of you.I tried to imagine you doing stupid s**t,Yet even in my imagination nothing you do is dumb.And you're still f*****g..
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The sweet smell of summer.The feeling of the hot air consuming you.Sweat droplets form on your face.You brush them back into your hair,Not a single st..
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