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smooth like chocalate, the sounds could kill. Notes dancing like stones in a river.
like an endless day she looks at me. her eyes asking and my stomach folding over, she mumbles and trips over her run-on sentence.
notice how detailed the wrinkles are and how they show her life. how she earned her leather skin and now lays in a cool wooden box.
split me up because i'm two much for you.
to change something on purpose is one thing but you cant always expect people to curl up and fit into your pocket.
unless you're that good.
look at how they curve, the paperclips i mean. like i can't believe something is so perfectly designed, like, look how it does exactly what its supposed to in this simply complex design, the paperclip, i mean.
there's a possibility that i'm lying.
although, you wouldn't know that would you, having only just met me. You could assume that im safe but you have instinct that doesnt let you. youre dressed to date and want everyone to know it, this is covering up you natural fight, what makes you an animal.
at least that could be one possibility.
she says she's a believer. yeah right. in what? did you think of something to believe in or are you just going along with it all? don't wanna make waves? just want too look pretty, i see. well' i guess i can ask for much more. cuz you are pretty.
its really something, seeing her. yes, im amazed. i mean it seems a little bit corny to say but it's a lot like she caught my breath. i'd like to talk to her, show her that i'm better. make her believe in the "one". But most likely i wont and ill just be amazed that i wasted this opportunity.