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February 27, 2005 - 1:39 am Tiptoe like thunder, I wade through bricks towards you and a wallflower I can hardly be when I want to be under some light you can't help but be drawn to- fire fly- moth- all you are and that is all that you are- drawn to the burn and yearn you do, you learn like the hardest lesson. repeat repeat repeat until you say the words without thinking, you hum the words without meaning to and I hear them and sing them too. I hear them, I do. Float like leadironsteel around my neck and I can't hardly hide but I can barely move under the weight of these words.
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