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Wednesday, June 03, 2009
is that you
are you creeping outside my window as a moth
creep into my veins my lungs fill my head up with vaporous love
choking blinding ecstasy and then nothing
we'll die one day.
take my hand and I'll break your fingers for you it feels so nice
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