I wrote my name on the walls of your apartment
In every dashed hope I could find scattered on your floor.
You just laughed
When I said I liked you.
I laughed when you asked how I knew
Because you’re the one who says I’m always right.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
You still have my lighter.
- Jude at 3:38 PM
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