June 2012
“You met me after the catastrophe happened. You got to witness with all the fancy and fun stuff. You never saw me raw and all vulnerable. So what now? So what if this turns sour? What are we going to do? Are you going to run for the hills or stay? Leave now so you can cherish this as gold and never have to remember this as rust, broken.”
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yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream the room, the whole springtime is filled with you
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