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come on skinny love just last the year
pour a little salt we were never here
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
i tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
right in the moment this order's tall
i told you to be patient
i told you to be fine
i told you to be balanced
i told you to be kind
in the morning I'll be with you
but it will be a different "kind"
i will be holding all the tickets
and you'll be owning all the fines
come on skinny love what happened here
suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
sullen load is full; so slow on the split
i told you to be patient
i told you to be fine
i told you to be balanced
i told you to be kind
now all your love is wasted?
then who the hell was I?
now I'm breaking at the britches
and at the end of all your lines
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# Posté le mercredi 05 août 2009 00:05

ouin

ouin
there's nothing left to say

# Posté le mardi 21 juillet 2009 00:44

je

t'm
je

# Posté le samedi 30 mai 2009 17:56

You had a good girl but didn"t know how to treat her, t-t-t-t- treat her

You had a good girl but didn"t know how to treat her, t-t-t-t- treat her
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# Posté le samedi 30 mai 2009 17:49

oh

"What are you afraid of, then?"
"Not being able to see, I think," she said.
"Being blind, you mean?"
"No, not that. . . . I mean . . . not seeing because you're obsessed by something that blots out the world. Some sort of mania or belief. Or passion. That awful kind of love that makes leaves and birds and cherry blossom invisible because it's not the face of some man."

# Posté le dimanche 19 avril 2009 22:53