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I love blame games.
You bite off each other until
there is nothing left
and there is nothing left to do
except to forgive all
and all is forgiven.
And i love them better when they hurt like hell.
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| Craving for his familiar
lips;
she sampled each
and
everyone
of those boys,you know
boys in polo shirts--
crazy
enough
to come
and
kneel
beg
succumb
before her before she breaks their hearts sweetly
like she always,always did.
just another spree.
thats what it is.
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| in my head/
all i've been thinking about/
the only thing that has been on my mind
is
all
the
tangosalsaline
crazycrazy sex on musicsheets.
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| i think i am in love again.
unlike the angel Sergio
or the monstrous certain someone.
i love the idea of him loving a girl in love with someone else.
because blind passion burns like absofuckinglutely nothing else.
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| Hello
hello you.
i've been somewhere else.
for quite sometime now.
www.xanga.com/tomatocube
catch you?
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