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the last sunset

good for sex, nothing more
Sunday, July 15, 2007

Singing to a person with no interest but secretly loving the company. I'd like to have the last taste in my mouth be the sweetest. I don't like to believe in it all anymore. It's just a ride, right?

Metamorphosis scares and bores. Just the same cycle over and over.
Wonder why I really really can't look at you and not who I think you are?
Painful. That is why.

Doubled up, you become my ice scream torture for my sensitive teeth.

smiled at the sun again @ 6:37 PM,




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