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Jul 2013
I am a little bit more
than a little bit out of my league.
But whenever I start to panic
you try to reassure me.

What happens when we eventually run out,
of things for us to talk about?


Well then we'll both finally get some sleep.

And when we wake up?

**Then we'llΒ Β just talk about our dreams.
I am in panic mode.
CRH
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