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Feb 2013
You're the air I breath.       (how cliché)

The sun I see.

The moon I envy.

You are everything.        (that makes me something)

Now I am everywhere.         (and it makes you nothing)
dumb/bad/ugh/burned
flynt
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flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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