February 2012
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Taste of fate. Even without religion, we pray. We curse ourselves with our own mental blocks, loss.
We tickle the clock - watch, we seek. Light. Sorrows and good morrows are like a sweet night kiss, sin. Evident.
If we could we would, we should. Still and no move, we blame the weather. We sweat the small stuff, we hug.
Striving to survive - penalty.score. We wish we were young. I love you more...
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When your past is no longer your present. That’s when you know you are...
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And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug… And if you were an...
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Why is it that kissing feels so damn good??
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4 weeks 'till Radiohead :D
dotdotjuan:
YAY!!!
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