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Apr 2013
I am standing in a weird red light.
You can see my scares, they glow bright.
And all I've ever wanted is to be ripped opened,
and then pulled under.
I look over my shoulder into a different light,
and all I can see is you
looking over your shoulder back at me.
Oh, and it's strange.
Don't look at me in this light, *Hummy.
Hummy is someone very special to me, and the crazy cool part is he isn't made up this time.
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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   Jodi, August, st64 and Emanuel Martinez
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