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This is embarassing and painful.
At the back of my head, I compare you to the next thing and the next.
I cant stand to listen to a song that reminds me of you.
Cant wait another week...
I need you, now.
Prove to me you aren't who you say you are.
If the game changes I can move on. But not as it is...
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I dreamt of you again yesterday
softspoken and ever aloof.
Theres something I cant make out
in your eyes.
Sharp tounge, quick to act;
the whole thing means nothing because
there never was a thing to become nothing.
That last glance before we left
was so cofnfused and hungry.
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My life goes by
14 minutes at a time
I showered with the
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pressed against the tile
take another drag
steady your breathing
and the sway of light
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Seems like only asking for a bit of happiness leads to complications
Oh god...So rare that such a thing should happen but what is there to do when you fall in love with your best friend? You know she returns your feellings, hell, your mother even commented on how cute the two of you are when youre together because there's this shy, fllirtatious atmosphere that appears... The two of us can communicate without ( Read more... ) -
Сплин / Splin
my newest obsession (besides Lestat's hair)
"Splin (Splean) is a nice band from Petersburg, led by a fellow called Aleksandr Vasilev. The latter is a practising buddhist - which, by the way, isn't very unusual amidst Russian rock musicians. There are hordes of them; "Piknik's" Eduard Shklyarskiy (the guy with the wonderful name, but for me ( Read more... ) -
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Spent the day with my love after almost a month without. If all goes well I'll meet her again tomorrow. There's something differnet in the atmosphere but hopefully it is only temporary.
