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can you remember that soft yellow light of october?

seems so far away all those feelings a flutter

now dust and ashes

remember the way your room felt in the first sunlight of hours

someone seeing you at you most candid

pill popping cold winter breeze at devotchka

wanted so badly to be wanted

very little you could do about it

you were the perfect fit to my not wanting to run around

and sleep by myself every night

so how come at least he and i can be honest with each other in our

backwards way

and you and i can't be friends

layered popsicles

and wanting there to be crab apples

but knowing there's not

sleeping in past daylight and there's no one home

flowers on the razor wire

shutting the window, cold and trying to sleep

dead phones, water based

and second hand smoke at mogwai shows

a lone soft whistle from far away

just to have you hold me again

the way you want to

cause i miss you

and i'm missing my Q and A

traded this time for late night scooter rides

tears rushing in past quite boats

ready to leave in the morning

sweaty with long hair and ink splattered across their chest and arms

what will i be when i grow up

am i destin so be elegant waste

i can't imagine being so expected for being so strange

is it talent? or is it what we are looking for

deep down inside us

self loathing and

public expectance

i don't think i could live with that

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