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I think I need to talk to you soon real soon, real soon about this game you play and how it might cost me my sanity in the end if you can't cross visible bridges to meet in the middle What do you see? What do you see out there? What do you need? What do you need out of me? What do you bring? What do you bring as treat to the table? Or do you come here under cover, stalking the night for your secret lover seeking only input and release, without the drive to provide as you receive I'll be downtown, driving, writhing in my car thinking of you wondering if you're thinking of me What did I mean? Without providence What did I mean? Withheld provision What I meant in the end to you wasn't worth the wood that built our bridges.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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I think I need to talk to you soon real soon, real soon about this game you play and how it might cost me my sanity in the end if you can't cross visible bridges to meet in the middle What do you see? What do you see out there? What do you need? What do you need out of me? What do you bring? What do you bring as treat to the table? Or do you come here under cover, stalking the night for your secret lover seeking only input and release, without the drive to provide as you receive I'll be downtown, driving, writhing in my car thinking of you wondering if you're thinking of me What did I mean? Without providence What did I mean? Withheld provision What I meant in the end to you wasn't worth the wood that built our bridges.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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