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Sep 03, 2010 03:35

we were the painting
and love was the frame
our shapes were contrasting
but our lines were the same
and in the small moment
when you spoke my name
i'd shatter and crumble
and be born again

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meow_box September 4 2010, 06:43:35 UTC
beautiful.

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