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Untitledwe stayed inside that night / swishing cold drinks around with our tongues / letting it drown out the ringing we heard

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Jul 27, 2011

ode to a geminithere is a part of you i know— / and already love / the part that sits me up on your bed and tells me stories of

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Jul 27, 2011

theories on the subjectaccording to you, love doesn’t like hot weather and / sweaty palms and cheap beer / it doesn’t hear any orchestras or go

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Jul 27, 2011

the coffee cup breaksTHERE IS NO MORE ROOM FOR HEART ATTACKS HERE, / says a sign up above your head in a crowded restuarant, / somewhere south, somewhere wrong, somewhere that doesn’t seem

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Jul 27, 2011

i can never sleepthe thought of laying down and stopping everything in my head / easily, / just sounds way too good

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Jul 27, 2011

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