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11.09.2009

dangling.

i hang on your last word
like a noose,

and if this is love
i pray you'll cut me loose.

lately i've been feeling low
lower than i thought i'd ever go,

and lately i've been ten new shades of blue...

but maybe,
just maybe...

if you tell me that you'll save me
then i could finally stop myself from wanting you.


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