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I want to kiss the back of your neck,
the top of your spine where your hair hits,
and gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep,
I'll talk you to sleep.

Your hand, so hot,
burns a hole in my hand.
I wanted to show you.

-Lisa Loeb

melancholia;

It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue; I don't mind.
Without you it's a waste of time

Could be blue; I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Could be blue, could be grey.
Without you I'm just miles away

Could be blue; I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

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