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I know I'm too old, and the youth group is wrong for me. I'm poetically on your leash, and I'm going there to make you want me. I'll save my soul so you can catch a peek of the beautiful ideas and ugly dreams and the wavelengths that I keep in tension. Taraka's home. By that time I'm sleeping, and she gets in the pool to make sure she's breathing. I want to check her breath for signs of hope, and I want to mine her mind for game codes. All those beautiful ideas and lovely quotes...I won't you hold you close 'cause I'd cry. Sincerely, -aaoawejf23424tr4 From Letras Mania