decay of the self centered.

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thoughts;

with nowhere to go.

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you could love me forever babe.

idont wanna stop just because
people walkin by are watchin us
idont give a damn what they think
iwant you now
idont wanna stop just because
you feel so good inside of my love
im not gonna stop no no no
iwant you
all iwanna say is
any time
&& any place

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your poetry is lonely;


&& yet you write to feel less alone.



iwrotethisforyou. 

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neck of the woods.

I love the light. I love the feeling in the air that I sometimes catch of old Hollywood. And I love the feeling in the air of L.A., of we can do anything. It’s a creative feeling in L.A. It’s not stifling to me, and it’s not oppressive. It’s a feeling of freedom. And maybe it comes from the light. I don’t know; it’s something in the air.

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