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Hey

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I can remember. Dreamt them so vividly. Soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me...

hello

Thanks so much!!

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My Sissie-poo `bren
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Ooh that's a really good song!

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I can remember. Dreamt them so vividly. Soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me...

Ooh that's a really good song!

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I can remember. Dreamt them so vividly. Soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me...

I noticed your screenname and this song popped into my head. I do believe in love, and have experienced. I think that the last paragraph is the only true words here...

Bright Eyes - A Lover I Dont Have To Love

I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.

Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before.

I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a girl who's too sad to give a f*ck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I've got the money
If you've got the time.
He said, "It feels good."
I said "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
Let's just take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning

Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Let's just keep touching,
Let's just keep...keep singing

I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you...

You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me...

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Christ Jesus, the one TRUE God.

you are all very welcome!

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I can remember. Dreamt them so vividly. Soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me...

Thank you very much for the favorite and the watch. ^____^

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Karma police, arrest this girl
she is staring at me
like she owns the world
And we have crashed her party

My LJ