- caleb cross - district six. wip

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I am skinny but I am faithful to the lost. But I'll play games with you like a hormone in a high school class. And I can be thoughtful, I can be awful, and I can be. And if we never grow up, can we never grow old? You are slender, oh so slender, and I like it. Like a model, with a little something extra in the eyes. And I've got some times to kill, if you're free and willing, but if you never show and you never know, if you won't. And the sweet song in the tangle. And you're too strong, and you're too strong. Because I want but you want, and you just give me something you need. And talking, stop talking, and I might drop by if you don't mind, and I won't mind. You coming over, over my shoulder, it ought to be. And if you never show up, then you'll never know, if you know.

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get up, head feels like a cannonball, walk straight, legs only let you fall, in a room where you spend most of the night. dive and in sink like a diver, to the bottom where you know where you'll find her, in a room where you spend most of the night. And I want you. Shoes on, head feels like a cannoball, closed door, closed mind, you've got nothing to hide, on the street where you find most of your life. Jump down and sink like a diver, in the room where you spend most of the night. And I want you. So come on over. And I want you. But all we've got is this fire, fire, how do we always end up hurt? Fire, fire.

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I breathe you in with smoke, in the backyard lights. We used to laugh until we'd choke, until the wasted night. It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone. So don't wake me up, because my thrill is gone. And the sunset turning red behind the smoke. Forever and alone. You've gone and sewn it to this bed, the taste of you and me. Will never leave my lips again, under the blinding rain. And I want to hold your hand so tight, I'm going to break my wrist. And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm going to join right in. And I'll sing along, because I don't know any other song. And I'll sing along, because I don't know any other song. And I'll sing along, because I'm barely hanging on, and by the time you hear this, I'll already be gone. Now there's nothing to do, than scream at the drunken moon... And this isn't fair, don't you try to blame this on me, my love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me. GOD DAMN IT. I can barely say your name, so I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink.

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[ x ] forever wip
[ x ] john o'callaghan.
[ x ] twenty-four.
[ x ] odair.
[ x ] boa, noughts and crosses, skinny, start a fire, bulletproof love
[ x ] district six.

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