i look down your birthday is on the my phone
i dreamt you were a chocolate smith and my ex was kissing my neck
i'm sorry i mistook you for the doctor
how does this happen?
who tells me things like that?
it must be my face
my internet lags along with my writing
what went here?
she walked in.
you look perfect, here, on the outside,
let's look inside
you bought me a book?
the cd you gave me is sitting in my bag
i can smell you from here
your filling out and thinning down
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and i like the way i write better
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