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Dec 2012
People always say there's a first for everything.
well, there's a last for anything.
like the last time i took a deep breath.
or the last dream i had on your chest.
or the very last time that you really caught my eye
call it the very last time i was right.
I've been moving for way too long. takin' shots at all alone.
and my lasts become first wrongs. same paintings in a new home.
like the first time i got caught in her stare.
or the very first time my fingers met her hair.
or the very first time that i've felt right again
call it dangerous, but i like my ice thin.
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Lane  Do I, though?
(Do I, though?)   
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