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subscribeFriday, November 16
after an iv of iced tea
dancing with my shadow in the living room
and thinking of times when you were the beat and I was the melody
as the inanimate world enters into my consciousness
I remember love
and having a really good reason to hold my breath
you are the morning after passion and the honor in my eyes
you are the picture on my wall and the blue fog in the hall
you were my reason for discarding reason
dancing with my shadow in the living room
and thinking of times when you were the beat and I was the melody
as the inanimate world enters into my consciousness
I remember love
and having a really good reason to hold my breath
you are the morning after passion and the honor in my eyes
you are the picture on my wall and the blue fog in the hall
you were my reason for discarding reason
