Thursday, February 2, 2012

Never come down.
We don't make a sound.
But we communicate.
I'll precipitate Love.
Reciprocate.
We're a match made in heaven.
Always open like 7/11, ours.
They'll try to take us down, like the Twin Towers.
Take what we got.
The gravity of it.
Enough to make sinners commit.

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