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crashcoursewomb

Published: Oct 18, 2009

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_{you won't kiss me because your lip is split and drowning your tongue.
you won't kiss me,
no you wouldn't dare.

i want to tell your shoulder blades iloveyouiloveyouireallyreallyloveyou.
but i think, i already did.

stumbling into your arms on a busy highway with a cocktail that i cannot spell for my life, thinking sexsexsex on the beach in the snow. and you're saying
something
something

wait,

oh,
no, that's okay.
it's your brother in the emergency room.

he's okay.
yeh, he'll be alright.

and you hold me so tight and we watch these brightbrightblurry car headlights.
and i'm thinking baby, you never let me go.
no, never let me go.

you whisper all these words i want to scream.
and for then, it's all so right.

-

you've seen me like this and that and totally uncontrolled.
and i've seen you, yeah. and your eyes rolling over hills.
and your bandaged hands. your purple, cold cut hands.

and i think, minus your imperfections you're perfect.
and i love this, this way.

-

i want you to leave me for dead in between white lights and shattering glass,
between the rush of cars and the pouring rain.}
-

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