Rightleft in the middle of nowhere. It was one of those cry until you laugh kind of things, sarcastic beauty at its crime. We called it "Innocence." If there's a catchier name let us know. Because there isn't. Mary Poppins can't hold a candle to this.
The wind flew by real pretty. The thing was words away "no, stop" and you could feel it sinking into you. You could just feel it breathing down your neck, menacing. Whatever that word meant. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway.
You really can handle the truth, and that's why I'll tell you
I'll never, ever quit loving you.
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Written October 15th, 2005
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kattay this is fluffy on my new allpoetry my mom found my old one
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okay good
thanks.
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