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pretend. happy end
Sunday, August 10, 2008
lost
my tempest heart is rivaled only by the sea,
my blood it stops when your head turns to me,
you touch my hand and my skin melts to let you through
can't stop it now
undo what you cannot bring to
i'm lost in you
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