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Apr 05, 2004 03:02

it hurts but it's warm. and that's really all that matters.

untitled of late; the real beginning to the story of star crossed but unfit lovers
we kiss like Mexican children riding the merry-go-round
nieve and sun tanned, we spin, we dizzy ourselves.
sooner or later, we have to walk the ground. (not yet)
but this summer will last forever.
i promise, i promise.
the leaves are falling. the leaves are falling.
falling away. (we).

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insomnia and orange hint of alcohol.
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