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Mar 2015
And here I sit.
   Looking up, I know something's is different.
See, I thought to play with needles you'd only end up with a track or two.
The second I dropped you in my veins my heart gave a quiver . .. . Dew drops forming on the grass as I looked over to see you shakin, your favorite song was playin and I did promise you the moon.
    If I only I knew I'd be chasing that first pinch forever.
    If only I knew you'd couldn't change ,no not ever
I'll come back for more,
always
Gaitano
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