June 16, 2009
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I'm waiting for no other than you
Through imperfect glass
Leaning on the wooden panel of peeling blue
Trying to make to moment last
The breathing becomes heavier
With each step you take
It seems my heart has always been yours
Or perhaps the reality is fake
My nails are chipping the paint
A few steps closer
Thinking of your embrace,I could faint
More undeserving than butchered fur
My beating pulse,you couldn't sew
Nor will the cat ever let the yarn go
Look at me look at you through the window

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