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Jan 11, 2004 23:17

there is pressure from within this

and pressure from above

there is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love

and there's wet wool blankets one, two, three

laid onto my chest

'til i just can't breathe

and i try not to let my emotions show

but it ain't a balloon i can just let go

it's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun

sticky hands

sticky arms

sticky situation
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