Monday, January 25, 2010

You're going to come with me
I'm going to breathe everything and you're going to be a part of it
I'm going to make you something
Something else
Something you never wanted to be
But you'll forget about that
You'll forget all about it like a baby getting slapped on it's third day of life
I'll be with you until you die
Whether you do tomorrow or a thousand centuries from now
I'll be in your beautiful mind
Like cancer on a Saint
Believe me when I tell you I love you.

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