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You erode my thoughts like battery acid to an engine. Thinking about is like oxygen deprivation, I'm suffocating on my desire to be with you. You play traffic in my mind-- at green I go at yellow I slow down at red my heart stops, come to a complete halt. If madness drove Vincent van Gogh to cut off his ear I wonder what extreme infatuation will cause me to do?
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Green Grass
You erode my thoughts like battery acid to an engine. Thinking about is like oxygen deprivation, I'm suffocating on my desire to be with you. You play traffic in my mind-- at green I go at yellow I slow down at red my heart stops, come to a complete halt. If madness drove Vincent van Gogh to cut off his ear I wonder what extreme infatuation will cause me to do?
rasmia
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
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