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May 21st, 2010

Out Your Window

7/7/09 | Out Your Window I Last Saw That Gulf

The last you hear me, I said meet me at that gulf again. Do you remember what you said I wish I didn’t hear.

The last you hear me, I said I love. Do you remember what you said I wish I didn’t hear.

I try to not believe.

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The word adore is not mine as per request nor large enough for my like of you and any part within. This like of mine is stronger then my red sword and stronger then my red muscle or these parts of mine combined into the one that I now am so close. My two ears are pointed to that sky, tethered to that ground and they listen for a yes to either of these two last you hear.

They do this without a stop, they do this without a blink and they do this full of more desire then you can handle, all day, all night, in between since the first moment I hear you and the last I hear you.

Baby. Now. Hear. Meet. Adore. Me. Love. Gulf. Like. Soon.