In another place
9:57 p.m.//11.03.07

Mood: clogging the gap
Sound: an assortment of things

We could meet in the stone courtyard and exchange records
I'd secretly want to fuck you, and would most likely dream of the reciprocated possibility

We can lay blameless on the floor
dreaming of better days
but not neglecting the present
Getting lost in the same
escape in which we burn for
Such a blissful moment
that never existed

For the chance at your heart
Lord knows what I'd do
for that ghost to haunt me
what price would tilt my persuasion?

Would have been the best you'd ever had
Would have been so true
Would have been your June

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