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01-21-2010, 06:37 PM
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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. 
 Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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Drops of Jupiter
She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's a time to change, Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June. . . Now that she's back from that soul vacation Tracing her way through the constellation, She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo, Reminds me that there's room to grow. . . But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? Well, then you missed me while you were looking for yourself out there. Can you imagine: No love, pride, deep-fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you Even when I know you're wrong? Can you imagine: No first dance, freeze-dried romance Five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?
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