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by my brother is jesus Ive denied your Rapture   Mar 8, 2007


Sitting here
dreaming of you
wanting, needing
to hear your
words
anything would suffice
just to get that high
your voice, your words
have me spinning in a tidal wave
losing my mind,
yet keeping my reality,
it's like a strange fatality.
making me giggle
making me blush
like a little girl
with her crush
so i will
sit here and dream of you
wishing you were here
to help me get
through this hell

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