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Jun 2010
And with such foundations,

humiliations and promises keep us coming back,
doused in last nights mistakes,
last hours mistakes,
who are we to change?

and why do we tread in disaster.

grant me,

one sense of purpose,

in hopes they play this song over and over for us.

take one,
baby, the scent of you is left on my pillow,
and i'm left trapped.

and baby,

take two,
maybe we can get this straight,
I'll whisper to myself.

I'll crash,
into reckless  
romantic behavior,

yet i'm your favorite flavor,
and i know it.
Katie Meadows
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Katie Meadows
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