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sweet dreams 12:16 a.m. 2005-03-26 A rose petal spilling over the brim and collapsing in shivering agony on the countertop. You are the end of this blooming. So watch us wilt. How does it feel to know that you're the centerpiece in my fondest memory even after all of this? And how does it feel to know that all of it is still second place? I know how it feels don't worry. I don't know what to write tonight or why, i don't think anyone reads this and I know no one understands But i love you anyway back & forth |