Monday, February 4, 2008

I want your flowers like babies want god's love or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come.







I've cut you out of the pictures, baby.
Now I'm just kissing ghosts.
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2 comments:

Matthew said...

i dont get it, but ill fight for your right to appreciate it.

February 9, 2008 at 1:25 PM
a.hlewka said...

And that's why I love you.

February 9, 2008 at 3:49 PM

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