Saturday 1 December 2007 photo 1/2
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My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me? So I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. Whichever you prefer. The words are hushed, "let's not get busted." Just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here from all the stupid questions. "Hey did you get some?" Man that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear. So we can get some. And I knew, that you meant it.
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