We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after eachother.
We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's"
And we drank each other under the covers.
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Things I waste time looking at.
Not so special.
- Zerocool
- Minneapolis/Vancouver
- You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save You still think I'm here to save
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We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
nothing will ever mar my perfection in what I had. Not even you. When ever you are I am already then.
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