| my fingers are pruney from the shower |
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| October 5, 2005
losing me would be seamless
no evidence of forfeit would be seen
a tug of deprivation
whisked into an abstract sting
there is no flesh or hair or lips
to miss the taste or touch
desire is mother to suffering
tempting the will to cut
have i been a fool to trust you
i'm a fool for falling short
falling for you, for young love and stories
of triumph over miles apart
i've lost the game to logic
my head was here all along
waiting with blades to cut the strings
of my heart's naive song
estoy escuchando a tilly and the wall |
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| almost time to go back to school
blah |
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