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are we okay will you hold me like you did that one day speak to me like you did when we sat in the sultry cafe kiss me like you did on that winter night in the driveway my love... are we okay our cigerrete buds fill the ashtray as we listen to the soothing beats of reggea I remember you in the miday darling... are we okay I sit and watch not the passion but the connection decay the burdens outweigh our clique feminine folkway your fingerprints marked along every hallway your lips scorn the evening of every friday your pushing edge on every railway our sweat on every roadway your secrets replay in my head like a violin finally I have come to realization of this heavy dismay lover we are not okay.
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
The end of the war
are we okay will you hold me like you did that one day speak to me like you did when we sat in the sultry cafe kiss me like you did on that winter night in the driveway my love... are we okay our cigerrete buds fill the ashtray as we listen to the soothing beats of reggea I remember you in the miday darling... are we okay I sit and watch not the passion but the connection decay the burdens outweigh our clique feminine folkway your fingerprints marked along every hallway your lips scorn the evening of every friday your pushing edge on every railway our sweat on every roadway your secrets replay in my head like a violin finally I have come to realization of this heavy dismay lover we are not okay.
midnight-prague
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
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