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the turning pages of life continue through the darkness of tonightwalking through snowthe black and white hue we rest our photographs on show no emotionthe trenches we fight…

the shadowsshades, watching the shallow length of our bodies;the ones we’ve lost have lost the ones we are,us, the shallow bucket of life;we bare witness to the rippers…

it’s safe to say that the both of us here have something new to say to each otherI love you and I hope you stay with meas soon…

a thick layer of attitude and vodka kept us all togetheruniting people who hate each other in one placehoping we would all do each other the favor of…

you’re not a fad, you’re not a collectionyou’re not a gift, you’re a common correctionyou are the sear on my chest, fixing mistakes I’ve made up to nowyou’re…

the nicest smell to fade through my blood vessels nothing to take to taste after all hours that I’ve put in to you data center is in need…

now that I’ve been around, I’m getting use to this new feelingsome people say hello when I’m leavingas much as you say this world is falling apartI know…

for Jessica we walk on the ocean floor, though gravity doesn’t allowwe stay sturdy on the boat, while hanging off the bow-here we sit, alone again, sounding off…

we’ve spentso much time getting this chord progression downyou’ve been plucking at my heartletting me see that you are my violinist keep up the pace and promise me…