"i don't want to lose myself. it's a whisper, it's a funny thing. we fold like icicles on paper shelves. it's a pity to appear this way"

6/26/11

 moonbeams and summer dreams

stay near, right here

hold my hand and kiss me slow

i don't care if you don't go

whisper once, whisper twice

twice is nice, like flavored ice

melting like the way i do

i come undo because of you

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