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Monday, August 18, 2008
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
Crystal Castles - Untrust Us
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I think you're really cute. Sorry, what was that?
I think you're a tad late with your apology.
Meanwhile, slums and blighted areas in the centers...
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
I am a fugitive and a public threat, I am an abomi...
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreamin...
Anxiety had me up early... but I watched the sun l...
The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
I can never love again knowing love and pain go ha...
I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
(These are my disclaimers, I use them often.)
All I have left is one awkward embrace -- my last ...
How bare the backs of elevators are, unbeknownst t...
But, oh my love, though our bodies may be parted, ...
Sometimes, when we were talking, I would stop, and...
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