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Would you take your shoes back now, i think I know what it is like to be you.
Our lives and these empty spaces aside
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
i wish i felt like teaching today, but i just want to be selfish
Headache for a day
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
ballet shoes
the tension between the dream world and the waking
And Lord knows, do we love.
Everyone out of the universe, quick!
save the last bullet for your self-esteem
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