free as a fucking bird
eric
leaving new york to work on a tugboat
i thought i saw you on the L platform
key lime pie in the cold
the time we had sex to joy division
therapy
i like you better in glasses and plaid shirts
i could have sworn you wore glasses
you can't control yourself
i still think about the drawings we did together a year ago
i want to cut your face off so i can sleep with it every night
the time i was late because of my dream about you
the back and forth that you love
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