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May 2013
We ran through that house like we lived there
Cursing the filth and praising the clutter
The amount of stuff, another persons life
It was ours to desecrate, it was ours

And I spent all winter (or **** near all winter)
Trying to get warm
And I lost all my time to the intricacies of your youth
Only to find it in my room at night
Those nights killed me in the way one kills time

Now I spend all summer trying to get cool
My blankets big enough for two, there's plenty time to run through
**** me with those eyes that drown me in hope
And I hand over everything I've ever known for an hour in your presence
Blake Nelson
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Blake Nelson
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