.make sense! of this [NON]sense-tence.

31 December 2009

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back when I was alive;back when I could take flight;
I knew not yr middle name;you knew not mine

we had it without trying (it)
we did it through natural chemicals in our brains
the deep end was light years away
when you get near me I remember yr smell
it ceases to fade

our closeness kept us warm
kept us innocent


things were less complex then

back when

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