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on the tip of yr tongue 2003-08-05 so i regained some sense of what it is to be real; just staring outside at the rain and the wet and the thunder breaking open my ears and my heart. there was a dial tone; it said, "don't even try" and the static supported this lie. i hung up on hopes of contacting yr love and breaking through that wall of concrete surrounding yr eyes (you looked so cool in the middle of the night). i am so disconnected from you ... it's like someone cut the brakes and we just drove on through. a crash and a scream .. it was far too similar to mean what i thought it could be. this is not love, this is falling together with one another. two lovers over a cliff with nothing to die for, except this undeniable wish for a better future, a better yesterday. |
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