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We live two lives, you and I That yield similar results ironically enough. You see, I crave attention from men: Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones. My heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly. The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then departure. As for you, You crave attention from men: Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones. Your heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly. The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then departure. You may ask what our differences would be. I crave attention because I'm not used to it. You crave attention because it's all you've ever head. Sadly, it seems, that we are both empty as the sky on a dry September afternoon
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
Dry, September Afternoon
We live two lives, you and I That yield similar results ironically enough. You see, I crave attention from men: Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones. My heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly. The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then departure. As for you, You crave attention from men: Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones. Your heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly. The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then departure. You may ask what our differences would be. I crave attention because I'm not used to it. You crave attention because it's all you've ever head. Sadly, it seems, that we are both empty as the sky on a dry September afternoon
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
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