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if this pulsating addiction through my brain can be more than madness than I I am more than nothing cause when something so big, its condemed to itself all it has left to do is diminish into hunderds of icy little peices covering my body seeping down into my grittle bone haunting under the light pole polariods laughing in my head dimmed creatures humming kiss me kiss me haunted Im am so mesmorized for you and the way you sit with your hand on your cheek smoking your nicotine speaking about venice and the lions in your closet your blushing and speaking red and I am watching you I am watching you -- move your tongue lightly on air and tell me your stories in the most simple word, please the creses in your forehead shedding all the deatil I am afraid to be too close to you watching your hair fall to the side of your face watching your veins pulsate adorning your 5 o'clock shadow you pushed me against the window pane and shoved everything you had that break me till I cant break anymore kind of love I throw my arms above me--- to where I cant see them anymore little dimness tracing at my vision but am I blind now or was I blind before or am I still blind or was I previously blind or is this you and this is my cycle and you always come back but I can never find you and I am nowhere to be seen perhaps on some forgein path on my way to buy chardonnay and mint
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
Visionary love
if this pulsating addiction through my brain can be more than madness than I I am more than nothing cause when something so big, its condemed to itself all it has left to do is diminish into hunderds of icy little peices covering my body seeping down into my grittle bone haunting under the light pole polariods laughing in my head dimmed creatures humming kiss me kiss me haunted Im am so mesmorized for you and the way you sit with your hand on your cheek smoking your nicotine speaking about venice and the lions in your closet your blushing and speaking red and I am watching you I am watching you -- move your tongue lightly on air and tell me your stories in the most simple word, please the creses in your forehead shedding all the deatil I am afraid to be too close to you watching your hair fall to the side of your face watching your veins pulsate adorning your 5 o'clock shadow you pushed me against the window pane and shoved everything you had that break me till I cant break anymore kind of love I throw my arms above me--- to where I cant see them anymore little dimness tracing at my vision but am I blind now or was I blind before or am I still blind or was I previously blind or is this you and this is my cycle and you always come back but I can never find you and I am nowhere to be seen perhaps on some forgein path on my way to buy chardonnay and mint
midnight-prague
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
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