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- I'd like to be the cup of tea that keeps your cold...
- fifteen days.
- cold like midnight in aspen,
- when we meet again, we'll probably talk about the ...
- behold! a life full of everything you were expecting.
- walking on sunshine.
- you belong(to me).
- one and one make one.
- september '06
- oh sinners; let's go down in the river to pray.
- meaningless.
- kiss the ones you love good night.
- best intentions; worst track record.
- hate this and you and morning.
- just because you paint a picture doesn't mean it f...
- "hey unfaithful, i will teach you to be stronger."
- a "no smoking" sign on your cigarette break.
- dear God,
- Nothing matters except for the life and the love y...
- lost(found).
- broken wings; promises.
- apple of my eye.
- If it's ever really in someone's "nature",
- eleven forty two.
- Even sunshine burns if you get too much.
- Crash and burn, or maybe just get married.
- The light inside me.
- running on sunshine.
- Come now, there isn't much time,
- Poetry's only poetry when it makes you ache.
- Artbreak.
- skeptics are the lesser of the broken.
- We can live like this.
- not-so-new beginnings.
- It's a big, big world out there.
- Glass (photo album) half full.
- Yes, to the tune.
- you give me miles and miles of mountains; and i as...
- I swear I'm a believer.
- hands in my pocket and my head in the clouds.
- it's like the first mug of cocoa on the last day o...
- I admit I never was the perfect one.
- mundane.
- make someone happy.
- you must be a pirate with all that booty you get.
- paradise.
- obligatory self-reflection.
- Live love.
- And then came morning.
- I'm so hollow, baby.
- my rose bowl champion is nothing but wilted.
- You don't have to leave for me to know I need you.
- Stop waiting, the world is changing.
- ROFLcopter
- "You're the cheese to my macaroni"
- Exit 24, Left on Johnson, I-40 and up, up, away.
- Give all your shit away and start living.
- Dear heart,
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