I’m stuck in a windowless room with the lights off staring at your face on a freight train...
This so totally sucks: why, why, why Delilah...
oh, sweetest composure...
That was a fad...
this is love... you are lust and I am fire...
caution signs are posted everywhere. If you want me beware.
It’s true what your morning paper said: friends do come and go...
it’s an indication of an altercation...
they wrote of love flowing from veins...
but you are written in my blood. Make me boil and burn from the inside out.
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