i like old architecture
door frames and window panes
it can change so much with out ever changing
like a kiss under the street lamp down the road
or between the bars of that old fire escape.
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- bury us in arlington cemetery
- the first snow fall means nothing if i can't watch...
- i crashed the bike and saw all my blood and though...
- the funny part is despite all these words i write ...
- heres to romance and never knowing why it hurts li...
- fuck your theories
- I think I had a thousand dreams last night which s...
- drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink dr...
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- when i was seventeen i carved our names into the w...
- you were so beautiful to look at when you cried, m...
- When I sleep my mind recreates every bit of her ev...
- I'm gonna drink and smoke and drink and smoke and ...
- My worn out boots cry for the west with everyday. ...
- Tonight I realized, coldly and soberly, the appa...
- pristine and proper
- four fucking years
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