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| The sun is setting like molasses in the sky. The boy could sing, knew how to move everything. Always wanting more... Black velvet in that boy's smile. |
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| The sun is setting like molasses in the sky. The boy could sing, knew how to move everything. Always wanting more... Black velvet in that boy's smile. |
| Our dreams are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving. |
| She's got a body like an hourglass.. It's ticking like a clock. |
You don't seem to notice (my scars)-i-
Years Ago
He and I were eleven when we met, the first day of the sixth grade. No particular moment served as the spark to ignite our friendship. As children do, we started talking as if we were already good friends, and were inseparable from the start.
There were rumours, but we didn't understand half of the words the other kids had picked up from R-rated movies, and neither did they. We were called King and Queen by a crowd of boisterous first-graders who followed us around at recess. He joined the choir and the school play just because I did. It didn't take long before we weren't allowed to sit near each other on the school bus becau
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for having the same name!! And a wonderfully talented artists to!! 
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