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[veelmore]

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[veelmore]

reading in old times scrap papers it makes me wonder
the guy at the juke box behind me choosing the wrong songs
my zen against his redneck lumberjack cotton
listening to old friends tunes instead makes me wonder
when i can break the glass, burn the paper, send away the tigers

[salrushdy]

you are riddles lover, aren't you

[veelmore]

in the darker hours of this thing we call life
i wish i can solve my riddles myself
so that i can sing my lovers name
before i burst into flames

[salrushdy]

you are the most hilarious male person I can think about