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I sit alone in my white room, wanting to paint the walls but knowing how that might infuriate and confuse my landlord. The moon watched me one night, so pale and observant, as I gasped and cried for something more. We were both wishing to be touched, for someone to gently caress our faces and say that the night was young and we could stay together for all of it.
the most important things to me are the way you look at me and the way we laugh. if i can sing a conversation with you in a beautiful harmony then the world could be exploding with angry mustachioed men and i wouldn't give a damn. we'd hop on a motorcycle and ride away to the sky
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