It has been three weeks and I am still thinking about the time you played me music in your car. You talked about the song before and then when I was with you, you played it for me. Am I reading too far into this? Because I am still thinking about it three weeks later.
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
