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Your pillowcase Is still in my closet, Remember when you Let me borrow it? My fever sweat Soaked through mine And you were kind Enough to let Me use yours So I could be comfy, You constantly Took care of me, A monthly ordeal, Ordering meals Every night, Every morning The white hot light Of mourning Keeping me Yawning In my bed, I didn't leave For days, Where could I go? So confused and dazed Watching Dazed and Confused On infinite play On the tube With no attention paid, Cuz its your favorite movie, It got me lost In thoughts of Going to the premiere At the cinema Near The mall where You used to rack shirts, They're both gone now, Replaced with a Hertz, Some condos Of minimal worth, And a David's bridal Full of gowns I'll never see you wear, Cuz you disappeared Into a habit, A rabbit hole Smeared With ancient demons That appeared resolved, But in fact Were the reasons Your love dissolved, As well as the ambition To solve Life's questions, Your mission Became Obsessive Injections, Oh, my Jesse, I wish I Still had Your affection, But the reaper Has added You to his Collection Already, So I guess I'll hold Steady, And maybe He'll Take me Soon, Cuz I'm ******* Ready To sail To the Moon.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
--Jessica With The Solitary Dimple--
Your pillowcase Is still in my closet, Remember when you Let me borrow it? My fever sweat Soaked through mine And you were kind Enough to let Me use yours So I could be comfy, You constantly Took care of me, A monthly ordeal, Ordering meals Every night, Every morning The white hot light Of mourning Keeping me Yawning In my bed, I didn't leave For days, Where could I go? So confused and dazed Watching Dazed and Confused On infinite play On the tube With no attention paid, Cuz its your favorite movie, It got me lost In thoughts of Going to the premiere At the cinema Near The mall where You used to rack shirts, They're both gone now, Replaced with a Hertz, Some condos Of minimal worth, And a David's bridal Full of gowns I'll never see you wear, Cuz you disappeared Into a habit, A rabbit hole Smeared With ancient demons That appeared resolved, But in fact Were the reasons Your love dissolved, As well as the ambition To solve Life's questions, Your mission Became Obsessive Injections, Oh, my Jesse, I wish I Still had Your affection, But the reaper Has added You to his Collection Already, So I guess I'll hold Steady, And maybe He'll Take me Soon, Cuz I'm ******* Ready To sail To the Moon.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
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