we're nothing without

so maybe we will: just wade through these marsh lands dripping oozing something special smiles made of rain and sometimes i know i can still make your heartbeat skip, still make your cheeks flush a bit and we just swallow on right through all of this (every drop, every tear) we just shimmer dazzle and maybe once our little world will just render itself useless....let's be nothing but beautiful sometimes.

2004-05-09 | 7:57 a.m.
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