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YouInventedMe

Published: Jun 17, 2008

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I dream such small dreams
skin to skin upon waking
please say you'll come home

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"one thing I miss
it's in your eyes"

Ijustdonthavethewords.

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AngelusNoir

Dec 30, 2009

It's amazing how you can convey so much,while using two words twice,in such a restricted format...elegant and pulls at the heart

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