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Cold Sheets And Vodka
Sunday, August 23, 2009
listless
your eyes could tear open a summer sky, the heavens would come falling into your arms.
you are my narcotic, i fell to my knees at the sound of your voice. we were never meant to find each other, but if you leave now, i will wander lost forever.
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