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if you were a stranger i could disengage.

god, if only your brain was sponge and these words were water. and you could soak them up, absorb their every meaning. and you could feel them, drying right into your insides. locking themselves in corners you never knew existed.
and if only you liked them there. like they were the only thing to fill you up until the next mess was made.

i dream up these beautiful futures. but every single one has you lurking somewhere underneath.
and maybe that scares you....
but maybe it scares me too.

11:38 p.m. - 2006-05-29

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