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I'll Put A Spell On You.

Tuesday

Stop

raining,
thinking,
searching,
giving,
waiting,
being.
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you.
Quit playing around.
Stop singing.
Stop wanting to hear it.
Is it alright?
It's not alright.
I don't want to hear it.
It's a small crime, and I've got no excuse.
Posted by The Girl Who Came Along at 17.3.09
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      • For once,
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      • Driveway.
      • Stand By Me.
      • I am a rock.
      • At this moment, now.
      • Good morning, sunshine.
      • I think last night
      • .
      • Starting with your right hand.
      • Stop
      • I've got, a message.
      • To tell you.
      • It's not like I can
      • Sometimes some things cannot be fixed.
      • What I am to you,
      • Spinning.
      • She's not happy.
      • Idiot. (I am)
      • What I really need.
      • Who doesn't?
      • Not supposed to
      • I do not need this.
      • Possessed to obsess.
      • You're my person.
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