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Dancing without music means more to me than *** Avoided it completely when there appeared a next. Although the universe would never have the ability to make another you or I if it tried billions and billions of times. I will save dancing for you,                   black coffee, too,                   everything that I once knew keep the songs we listened to together sacred. But let the other inside my body. Never my mind, never my mind. If it were opened he would find ****** ****** suicide always low and never high, smoke has choked my lungs, they're dry. Every breath becomes a sigh. Every word I speak- a lie. Nothing lives above the sky, there is no white-bearded guy, light is in-creas-ing-ly shy. These thoughts belong to me, they're mine. You were too, and then we quit. Gave up, went deaf and mute and this is you, at the tops of buildings now. Your gun aimed at my head and, wow, I wouldn't blame a single cell inside your body for pulling the trigger.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
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Dancing without music means more to me than *** Avoided it completely when there appeared a next. Although the universe would never have the ability to make another you or I if it tried billions and billions of times. I will save dancing for you,                   black coffee, too,                   everything that I once knew keep the songs we listened to together sacred. But let the other inside my body. Never my mind, never my mind. If it were opened he would find ****** ****** suicide always low and never high, smoke has choked my lungs, they're dry. Every breath becomes a sigh. Every word I speak- a lie. Nothing lives above the sky, there is no white-bearded guy, light is in-creas-ing-ly shy. These thoughts belong to me, they're mine. You were too, and then we quit. Gave up, went deaf and mute and this is you, at the tops of buildings now. Your gun aimed at my head and, wow, I wouldn't blame a single cell inside your body for pulling the trigger.
lauren-8
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
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