i see only black and white.pictures, i feel like i'm a ghost in all of them.I may never get used to this.
and i speak to you like the chorus to the verse. drop another line like a coda with a curse.
baby, i want something else, to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life.
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lovers (orjustfriends)
Poetry.a collection of livejournal posts written by ryan ross, dating from 2006 to 2004. .i own nothing. .enjoy.
