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Friction

How cruel is the thunder that woke me from my dreamless sleep.

I've longed for that luxury so many nights more.

I think we've finally arrived at fighting now,

A sort of anger we've not yet experienced before.

 

Stupid? Yes.

Stubborn? True.

You can fight me on it all night long, dear,

Because I love to fight the way we do.

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Dec 31, 2010
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