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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:54 am
Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it's december,
Everyday. [small girlish echo:] i'm with you, or i love you
Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you'll stay. [distant:] love like winter
For a suger and ice,
I have made, i remain.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the flood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
She attails the mirror lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday
With the lines of the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
She said it seems your somewhere,
Far away. to and space.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love,
I taste the blood.
She bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
Love Like Winter.
Love Like Winter.
Winter.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
From years before.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 4:00 pm
wow. how did u learn 2 write like that??? mrgreen
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