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Category Archives: My Favorites
intimacy
listen to the mp3 intimacy the magic and the fury of being for you what you are for me i want to discover, till i can’t remember… what it was like to have to wonder your skin, fragile under sunlight … Continue reading
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pennsylvania
listen to the mp3 so you’re off to pennsylvania where the horse and buggies roll you’re off to chase a rainbow i hope you find a pot of gold in pennsylvania… don’t take no shit from anybody you know what … Continue reading
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naive
listen to the mp3 i’m only naive that’s what i thought you’d say i don’t know the truth so you explain it all away but i think you’re too special never let them say you’re plain don’t buy love with … Continue reading
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why does he love
listen to the mp3 she stands on the corner shouting his name he used to run his fingers through her hair she’s made her choice to be a whore and he tells himself not to care ’cause if he turns … Continue reading
Posted in Girls, God, Hope, My Favorites, Sad, San Antonio
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