how many moths must i swallow
before i make butterflies in my stomach?
the sun sets for my lover
the sun sets me running
corners aren't dark enough
i like to hide
my smile as i sing
i'm most happy when least alive
racing stars and candy apple rockets
two vodka kisses and my mother in my locket
over my ribcage and over my heart...
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besides, even if this other person IS "biting your style," it doesn't REALLY matter because you're your own kind of gorgeous and she can't rip that from you