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Dec 16, 2011 11:57

Writing awkward A's and silent B's
slaying presents to the gods
flying my blood from me to you
aiding in to the leaking of our roof
aiding in the presence of our youth
seven miles long wont seem long if you're out of your mind
time space sound we exist tonight
but tomorrow's another story
so lets join hands
and recite lyrics of our favorite bands
one song per hour per minute
its all going by slow
and every time you glow
from the silly cumstain rhymes in my head

-not every night is like you
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