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Jun 12, 2005 04:07

I'd sit in your passenger seat
and take my chances with your metal foot
Just to watch you delight and sing
to the chaotic jibberish you call music.

I need this, love.
I need this.
If I was made to die tonight,
I'm happy to know you're the last one I'll see.

Please don't deny me the freedom to tell you all about what has been growing in my heart. Strange how potted plants can become jungles in a matter of weeks.
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