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If my kind of crazy ever becomes Your kind of heat. Stuck-on, sweating the Small of your back. I just think I'd like to know. But, I'm Okay, either way. Anything to Help spin your gems, Closed eyes, yearning, Projected romantic foolishness. Remaining, vigilant, relevant. Bolt me, back onto the Bracketing. Make me make my sense. Turn me four shades of color, your Psychics won't name, but Keep the floor close to my knees. Fruity alcohol inebriates the same way. But take your berries outta my ******* tobacco. Smoke my harsh ones, 'till your lungs scar. Or, tell me that I'm vague.  If your pick of poison ever matches My brand of cigarettes The floor's always open, without help, anyway. Take care, for my sake, not to Ash on the rug. "Okay. Either way..."
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Okay Either Way
If my kind of crazy ever becomes Your kind of heat. Stuck-on, sweating the Small of your back. I just think I'd like to know. But, I'm Okay, either way. Anything to Help spin your gems, Closed eyes, yearning, Projected romantic foolishness. Remaining, vigilant, relevant. Bolt me, back onto the Bracketing. Make me make my sense. Turn me four shades of color, your Psychics won't name, but Keep the floor close to my knees. Fruity alcohol inebriates the same way. But take your berries outta my ******* tobacco. Smoke my harsh ones, 'till your lungs scar. Or, tell me that I'm vague.  If your pick of poison ever matches My brand of cigarettes The floor's always open, without help, anyway. Take care, for my sake, not to Ash on the rug. "Okay. Either way..."
seanflagstaff
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
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