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Stairs

She's a floor above me with other people laughing and talking about things I know why can't she know that I know Nothing has ever hurt more I can hear the sounds she makes as she moves around I want to be the reason for those movements I love her But there are a lot of stairs
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howard-day
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Feb 26, 2012
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