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there was a cemetery day in the heat of july when the shadow dreams called and i fell in love with you. there was a cemetery day when i walked tight ropes when we serenaded the birds instead and made grass angels. there was a cemetery day when we threw stones in the quarry thought seriously about diving in and promised to one day. there was a cemetery day when the cicadas sang high where silk flowers caressed the graves and we danced like children often do. there was a cemetery day when we stood between our cars anticipation under the haze of the streetlight and you almost kissed me. there was a cemetery day when my head was reeling realization breaching my skies and i didn't want to go. there was a cemetery day when we drove until we couldn't sunlight scattered in our quiet and you thought about our fingers interlaced. there was a cemetery day when we lay out on the dock the one that floats just off shore and you caught me as i fell. there was a cemetery day in the heat of july when the shadow dreams called and you fell in love with me too...
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC
the cemetery day.
there was a cemetery day in the heat of july when the shadow dreams called and i fell in love with you. there was a cemetery day when i walked tight ropes when we serenaded the birds instead and made grass angels. there was a cemetery day when we threw stones in the quarry thought seriously about diving in and promised to one day. there was a cemetery day when the cicadas sang high where silk flowers caressed the graves and we danced like children often do. there was a cemetery day when we stood between our cars anticipation under the haze of the streetlight and you almost kissed me. there was a cemetery day when my head was reeling realization breaching my skies and i didn't want to go. there was a cemetery day when we drove until we couldn't sunlight scattered in our quiet and you thought about our fingers interlaced. there was a cemetery day when we lay out on the dock the one that floats just off shore and you caught me as i fell. there was a cemetery day in the heat of july when the shadow dreams called and you fell in love with me too...
meg-freeman
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC
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