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Thursday, April 09, 2009
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The only difference I have with a monster is, my humanity.
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Re-entering my life
What is you, is me
Sort of rocking my world
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The story begins in the middle
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September
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I kept thinking about this one
So much more inside
The landscape of comfort
Fabulous silence found only underwater
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Currently
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Better than everything in the sky
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The year I put together a wall of sunshine
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My a little biggish boy
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If you say that it can't, then talk to the hand
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Please
Cleaning out the closet
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Bop Bop Baby
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May
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Go get a rock
Back in time
On the edge of not wanting to feel
Pure logic
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Born on the same day
The cuspid that cuts like a knife
Living with intention
Rising from the froth of foam
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April
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Diamonds are f o r e v e r
Second Glance
Cause you are my only
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Every part of me
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Dry and almost tasteless
You're my unconditional love
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