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Oct. 20th, 2006 | 12:01 am
music: deathe cab for cutie- title track

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength
to hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasnt' quite what it seemed: a lack of pleasantries
(my able body isn't what it used to be).
I must admit I was charmed by your advances:
your advantage left me helplessly into you

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress
but call-response overturns convictions everytime.
My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol
we shared a cigarette and shave the hours off.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...

Lushing with the hallway congregation,
my best judgement signed its resignation.

I rushed this. We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.

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