without you, by Erika
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Staying up til two in the morning
because of fear.
Being able to get out of the car without being trambled
because of death.
I'd rather be trambled.
Being able to sit in the swing without you drooling on me
because of death.
I'd rather be dripping wet with your drool.
I am able to look out over the yard without you sitting in
my view
because of death.
I hate doing this stuff without you. |
Posted: 2006-04-18 21:22:01 UTC |
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