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endless desire
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please. i miss you.
oh how i would like you here.
and i stroll slowly through,
and think of soft kisses falling.
please. i can't even take it anymore,
and maybe that it is just ridiculous.
bring_me_the_horizon.
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frAnk
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i remember the first time we really kissed it was in the living room of the house i grew up in. we were drinking ice water and you had a cool, wet piece melting in your mouth.
you gave it to me.
i gave it back.
we continued until it was gone between the both of us.
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DavesHeroinGirl
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And in your bedroom. And in the kitchen. And on the front lawn. And at the airport. And at the concert. Anywhere and everywhere.
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Sparticus
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ill do one better than that. . .
i will kiss you in london
and paris
and hannover
and amsterdam
and brussels
and zurich
and milan
and venice
and then in fullerton, where i will kiss you the longest
i love you like red on british phonebooths
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User24
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not any more, mate, only in cutesy london, all our phone boxes got moved over to plastic and perspex years ago, if you want to have red phone boxes, you have to pay for its upkeep, of course london does because of the tourist industry, yes, we have a tourist industry mostly from americans coming over thinking how great it is.
grrr, we're human beings just like you, just as capable of destroying nations at a whim, just as capable of settling the world debt of anything else. it's disgusting. (our country, or any country that doesn't have 14 times the weaponary needed to destory the known universe in 3 minutes)
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Khana-Taq
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well, that was an aimless rant, wasn't it?
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User24
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lol, yes, sorry about that!
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stork daddy
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and fuck me on the porch
show me to your dining room,
and we'll complicate your best china pattern.
open up your dusty cupboards,
let's crawl where the knives lie down,
show me to your linens drawer,
in a sea of bleached stains,
we'll float untouched.
in the shower,
we'll press against the glass door like steam.
let's fill the house with us,
and fill ourselves with the house.
let my memories be rooms,
that i have to look for you in.
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031006
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Rasputin*s Robe
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fuck_me_gently_with_a_chainsaw
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031006
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realistic optimist
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i really liked that stork daddy.
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stork daddy
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good
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031007
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once again
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Stork_Daddy it is impossible not to love you. =P
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stork daddy
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it was for you. wait...impossible not to...double neg...ohh...why thank you!
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nomatter
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in between visitors. With the shades pulled tight. The secret dance, in the not so secret room.
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magicforest
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stork daddy that was incredible I need to write that down
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birdmad
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something of a Pablo Neruda vibe to it, Stork, very cool
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stork daddy
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it's always that just come out that catch people.
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stork daddy
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always the ones that just come out rather.
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magicforest
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I find the same thing.
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Death of a Rose
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drift into me, like a surprise, pleasant and heart attack in the making. "I CAN PRINT BIG WORDS" and still be addicted.
Come over here, i've an itch to scratch.
be clause for me and scratch, scratch.
Blue and black ribbons for all.
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sab
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little friendly butterfly kisses
how beautiful
is that
yay for you
yay for me
love and friendliness
is joyous
and it always
makes me
smile
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emmi
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and then in the bedroom?
one_track_mind....
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j
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kiss me anywhere, dammit!
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unhinged
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you said
'come sit with me on the couch'
and we both heavily sat
knowing there were only minutes left
before you disappeared
my ears strained
one to your chest
the other listening to the stillness
knowing there were only minutes left
before it was shattered
just one last moment
of days of moments
to cram into memory
every detail
i couldn't shut my eyes
and in that weird hour where most things are quiet
i heard the taxi in the street
the red lights reflected
in the oval window of the front door
and i said
'someone is here'
even remembering you leave
the way your lips would not let go
the photo frame of my memory
you walking slowly up to the taxi driver
in the street
slowly
reluctantly
i can't stop thinking about you
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070405
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unhinged
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i don't have a living room anymore
*sigh*
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081111
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Oh_So_Smelly
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I had imagined to
And more
Never had a friend like you
It liked it
More
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danny
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which reminds me of a session on the couch when her parents came home two hours early.
did I mention glass doors between the couch we were on and any chance o finding clothes?
luckily her dad walked back to see why mother was taking so long and seeing that chance, I streaked to get clothes.
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unhinged
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i'm tired of this lonely little place
i need more memories
of not alone
of more than just pretending
people don't stay here though
they honk
and i go
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danny
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FB where the kisses are real time virtual? or time to go bowling? shopping? for a walk?
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090331
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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