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Sep 2014
Love,
let me sleep tonight on your couch
and remember the smell of the fabric
of your simple city dress.

Oh, that was so real

We walked around
until the moon got full like a plate,
the wind blew an invocation,
could have fell asleep at the gaze
and I never stepped on the cracks
because I knew I'd lose my mother,
and I couldn't awake from
the nightmare that ****** me in
and pulled me under,
pulled me under.

Oh, that was so real

I love you but I'm afraid to love you

Oh, that was so real
Jeff Buckley
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Jeff Buckley
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