black Doc Martins on her feet
strapped in Cheap Monday jeans
yeah, I see her out now and then
and I pretend like she don't mean
as much any more to me
than I led her on to believe
now as I am is just how we meet
and I don't tell her what I see
what with locked eyes moments freeze
'cause escaped has all momentum
left door open her motion ceased
Saturday, November 8, 2008
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memories & previous plans
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- Evie
- Sunday
- Tears And Terms Of Endearment
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- Stranger's Smile
- I Often Mistake
- Tick To Own Or Dispose
- Your Heart And The Hour Glass
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- Amplification Of Dissociation
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- Let's PretendWe Didn't See Forever
- Just One Night
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- If Only So Disposable
- A Despise Of Lies
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other people waiting
we're not strangers anymore
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