What thoughts you stole from me, tearing them from the day and sneaking them into that constructed self, that person you designed in my dreams, that relinquished me you looked up and down and kissed, your skin worn like red at the funeral of my self control. I remember no details of your body, only of your frame and posture. Confident. Poised to strike. You sunk your lips deep into that dream and the intimidation stalks me when I'm awake while you walk by as though nothing has happened.
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Another Day (Revised) - The Album Leaf
um, this is really cool... tell me more...
I'm confused.
you have, by far, the best taste in music of anyone i know
how do you find this stuff?
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