Doomed to be obscure...stuck in the hometown vortex...clawing and scratching for validation...you've swindled yourself, boy...at least you didn't sell out...chump.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
This is getting raw. My vision is clear but my traction is for shit. You made me dance and I attempted to. Your hands touched mine and it was nice. I have no reason to think I will ever see you again, but if I do, I would like to dance with you one more time.
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