Around here we talk just like lions

Feb 11, 2007 22:29

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)

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jdowd February 13 2007, 07:17:36 UTC
Hey,

Happened to stumble on to your page after what seems to be quite a long while. Impressed that you've got Decemberists lyrics up (even in you're apparently listening to the counting crows at the same time). Anyway, Hope you're doing well and are well into the process of fulfilling an uplifting movie script of a life.

Peace,
Dowd.

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