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Original: 6/20/2009 11:11 PM
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Saturday, June 20, 2009

 My words only come in the dark of the night in the hours where no one can see them.
And if I were to utter them in any sort of light, I know no one would believe them.
So what about night makes my words come alive?
What about night brings me bliss?
What's wrong with the sun that I can't think in her light?
What's night got that day seems to miss?



(you win if you know what song the lyric in that icon is from. i doubt anyone does, though.)
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This cider inside me, it slides like a dream. The moon of her window, it glows evermore. The night wrapped around us, two spoons in a drawer. I miss her dark blankets, i miss her clean sheets.


LUDOOOOO!!!


Air Conditioned Love.


I love Ludo. ahhhh.


Posted 6/22/2009 3:19 PM by music_quotes_007 - reply

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YAY! I don't even know you, and you win. :]
I looove Ludo.
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