

quiet in edencome here i'd love for you toquiet in eden
rest your lips along my collar bone and run your lovely fingers through my hair i wish that i could just swallow you up so i can keep you here with me whisper your familiar words I've been waiting for a while.
Time is always on someone's side: then that would mean that it's usually turned against another person and it seems to me that the people I know are really awfully lucky.
and do we wait for the snow to fall
or do we help, and hate everything (or just all the faces, the love, the words, the joy the
Final Ending

A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,
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i wanna line the pieces up...
yours, and mine.
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katiedesousa.com
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Die Tonight, Live Forever.
WHEN I GET MY NEW COMP
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i wanna line the pieces up...
yours, and mine.
ARE YOU READY?
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i wanna line the pieces up...
yours, and mine.
It was something really good that I was going to say...
OH well
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