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The warm Tuscan air gave us the chance to climb up top the trailer. Friends laughed, ate, and looked towards the stars that evening.
The camcorder missing the best part of that night.
So many things went wrong and much to fix.
It wasn't all the best.
Spring Break two thousand seven.
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Roaming around, upside down, looking for answers that haven't been found out.
Sight is lost, but our love's still there.
We still pretend like we're not scared...
break hold.
This is what friends are for.
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... In this moment.
02:24
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You say, "Close your eyes." but I don't want to sleep.
I get the feeling you want me to waste my time, to lose this moment.
I realize this six slow breaths in, half opened eyed, and your voice a murmur about a forgotten photograph
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My bare feet on the asphalt pushing through the puddles.
Let the rain come down and fill the streets.
Keep the sky grey and the air chilled.
Our new playground, I'll stay here wet and weightless.
I'll make this wood and debris into a boat and sail faster than the current. Don't be scared to grab my hard and run.
These droplets now resemble my face...
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You know most of my smiles but I think it's time for a change.
There will always be the lovely scenery which I've come to love and explore but I don't feel the same way when I'm "home".
I need to move, I need to leave this town.
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Jarred Ch-ya-vezzz.
00:34
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Slumped on the concrete sidewalk outside my building.
It's cold and there's comfort in this cigarette.
As the smoke twirls around my head I exhale...
I know I'm failing.
Five minutes from losing, half-an-hour from broken.
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A billion city lights.
I never thought I would be so awe struck by light pollution.
Do you remember how it used to feel?
I remember how I used to feel, because there's still a part of me on that hillside.
I found you beautiful.
You took me to the tram and I can safely say, Albuquerque never looked better to me.
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When we kiss it's a kiss; it's the only one I know.
It's true you know my body, you know it goddamn well.
Time to part, time to be.
But, I miss the level of comfort, security, and... I miss the physical.
When we'd kiss our tongues touched and I liked it.
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Roto ristra es mi vida.
02:32
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The sound of children playing seeps through my window and wakes me from dreaming.
A pause for nostalgia and thought of simpler days well the wind picks up.
Outside my windows there hangs a broken Ristra!
Looking towards the ground where the seeds rest and I wish I could lay there too.
Start the twenty hour shift that is my day because I don't sleep well anymore.
To be a broken Ristra.
This is all I know, now I know no more.
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