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let's cut to the chase. stagger through barely unlocked doorways tripping off jeans over still-tied shoes falling onto unmade beds, a mess of belt buckles and baffling buttons scrambling hands and hungry mouths exploring every surface within reach teeth tugging, hair pulling, air- gasping I want you to want me so badly you forget to breath. collapse into covers, inviting embrace. but make no mistake, boy, let's cut to the chase. we know where this stumbling, tumbling, fumbling leads. and it isn't marriage ceremonies. or happy endings. inevitabilities. soon, distance will destroy this life we both lead. but why would I lead a life of misery when I can have what is sitting right in front of me? each second lost, is resolve gained perhaps if we pretend you're not leaving, nothing will change. *. . . if we can just tell ourselves, May will n e v e r come . . .                    . . . winter will n e v e r  end . . .*                            if ignorance is bliss, and there is no escape... let's lie to each other; let's lie to ourselves. let's not waste our time; let's cut to the chase.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
if ignorance is bliss
let's cut to the chase. stagger through barely unlocked doorways tripping off jeans over still-tied shoes falling onto unmade beds, a mess of belt buckles and baffling buttons scrambling hands and hungry mouths exploring every surface within reach teeth tugging, hair pulling, air- gasping I want you to want me so badly you forget to breath. collapse into covers, inviting embrace. but make no mistake, boy, let's cut to the chase. we know where this stumbling, tumbling, fumbling leads. and it isn't marriage ceremonies. or happy endings. inevitabilities. soon, distance will destroy this life we both lead. but why would I lead a life of misery when I can have what is sitting right in front of me? each second lost, is resolve gained perhaps if we pretend you're not leaving, nothing will change. *. . . if we can just tell ourselves, May will n e v e r come . . .                    . . . winter will n e v e r  end . . .*                            if ignorance is bliss, and there is no escape... let's lie to each other; let's lie to ourselves. let's not waste our time; let's cut to the chase.
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km-jones
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
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