| racing racing round round round sitting on a living lie mustered by will and words to protect one ...now two two... now one finding the lie much like a log and you and i are two little frogs and the log is molding and rotting and essentially falling away and i m loving you more and more with each and every day i am finding myself not caring what th others have come to think of us i am finding myself not caring, 'cause being wiht you is a must so here we are two frogs now on the ground , the lie of a log no longer under our green selves and i love you |
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