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Feb 2012
Grabbing the dust

She smells my air up all the time

Thief and it's funny

We care...but lack control

We love...but the sun still shines

Soggy grime...needles in the puddle

He is her friend last

She is his lover first

There is no place for the evicted songs we sing

There is love in the rain

Sunshine and love

All the days are worth it

We are more together

&

Nothing alone
yes it's supposed to say sogs :)
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