Thursday, July 26, 2007

i hate this feeling, just shake

Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes
Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much ..........

so do you even know or get that at the least, my heart.

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