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How much you loved garlic salt on your pizza $5.00 thin crust from the frozen aisle was pushing luxury. Reliable Red Baron $3.33 You started to clean after I moved in and began to organize I remember all the dust collecting on your VHS collection. Never mind it was ******* 2008. your white and black cat, Flava flav would scratch at the bedroom door every morning Who gives a **** about these memories except you and me... Edit Treason Extra hands on my body Confusion manipulating my character Midnight arguments The dichotomy of loaded words And smoking ****** sweetness Creativity scattered like cheap confetti On ***** gas station asphalt I was your prosecutor Between painfully vulnerable kisses and abandonment issues Stubborn lonely people with delusional detours for ambitions I was the exotic poet to your Tom Waits the **** alternating between affection and suitcase packing Cindy Lauper's video and my impressionable little girl mind 23 years later lost in its transcendence You are not my mirror You are not my soul mate You are just this one guy who cares about me I make inappropriate jokes You make me laugh You make me cry and I think of my father I lie just like my mother Between the fights Stained sheets You shout Private expressions Your perfect mouth Inside the models of ****** parents we replace in a new generation and ***** about I need you
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
5 years soon... This is for you
How much you loved garlic salt on your pizza $5.00 thin crust from the frozen aisle was pushing luxury. Reliable Red Baron $3.33 You started to clean after I moved in and began to organize I remember all the dust collecting on your VHS collection. Never mind it was ******* 2008. your white and black cat, Flava flav would scratch at the bedroom door every morning Who gives a **** about these memories except you and me... Edit Treason Extra hands on my body Confusion manipulating my character Midnight arguments The dichotomy of loaded words And smoking ****** sweetness Creativity scattered like cheap confetti On ***** gas station asphalt I was your prosecutor Between painfully vulnerable kisses and abandonment issues Stubborn lonely people with delusional detours for ambitions I was the exotic poet to your Tom Waits the **** alternating between affection and suitcase packing Cindy Lauper's video and my impressionable little girl mind 23 years later lost in its transcendence You are not my mirror You are not my soul mate You are just this one guy who cares about me I make inappropriate jokes You make me laugh You make me cry and I think of my father I lie just like my mother Between the fights Stained sheets You shout Private expressions Your perfect mouth Inside the models of ****** parents we replace in a new generation and ***** about I need you
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
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