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Saturday, January 24, 2009
slow dancing in a burning room.



who did we blame when our love ended?
who snubbed and robbed us off those little daydreams we once had?
who sucked us into this, making us only to know how to hurt each other even as we still care so much?

"this is the deep and dying breath of this love we've been working on."

we tangled as we tried so hard to untangle - a dead knot. was it your fault for trying to let loose? or was it mine for trying to hold on? before we realized, our hands were tied, wasn't it?

"we're going down and you know that we're doomed.
my dear, we're slow dancing in a burnin room."

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