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According to the hourtoday was expected to be our seventh start. Of course love’s sickness endured no matter how lightly we triedour footprints were imprinted deep and heavy in the mud. I suspect, that neither of usever wanted to be left aloneso here we are counting. I pull the flower and stemand like an expertI…

Time and it’s codean overwhelming pressureto hurry and finish things. I only wish to look inside. She’s everything to me,it’s an acute achesame time and placeeach and every day. I wake and immediatelystart to miss her. It’s terrible having hopefeelings can misread the roomher body is a chemical to mea lock and key thingwe simply…

The rhythm to first timesit’s always the sameeach and every timea nervous hungry beatingin the back of the throatyou’re almost there to a one of a kind love. I honestly don’t mindteaching youthat being pushed downso you can crawl in order to get upso to speak of courseis a balanced game of trust. All of…

Alive, but torn apartthis sickness I chaseconsumes love’s madness. I’m drawn to the pretty of coursethe beautifully broken oneslike that Girl,my true one, where we keep things equally distanced. I’m not sure anymore,if I’ll ever hear the wordsfrom that un-balanced voicesetting under that sick moon of ours. I’m torn here becausethere are two real answersI…

I met a manwho had a broken hearthe can’t quite figure outhow a girl must feelwhen she’s let downover and over again. This is simple to understand, really,if you let her downshe won’t let you come back in again. I’m sorry to be the oneto tell you howa girl just wants to be loved,constantly without…