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Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you me meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little,
Just enough to show you care?

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Apparently, saith yet another quiz, I'm a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, disgustingly generous, relatively well adjusted human being.

Stupid time-eating quizzes. I'm such a cliché that they're never even far enough off to be funny.

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I can't forgive you. Even if I could,
You wouldn't pardon me for seeing through you.
And yet I cannot cure myself of love
For what I thought you were before I knew you.

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Hm. Pretty sorrowful quotes are the order of the moment, it seems. Entropy, imperfection, and coping, let's have at.

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When the rivers flow and risers keep,
the rainbows crumble at your feet.
As roses wither, vines will creep.
My shadows and your glory meet.

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The sparrow's sorrow is in vain
And nor does he his bride forget.
I wed the long grass and the rain
And seven sailors dripping wet.

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...my cat is crying at me. I don't know what to do.

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And the years slip away like the springmelts of snow,
And I'm older and wiser than you'll ever know--
And if you believe that, then it's time I should go,
'Cause I'm just as confused and more twisted.

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Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?

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Gonna kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight.

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I need to remember this,
So baby give me just one kiss.
And let me take a long last look
Before we say goodbye.

Just lay your head back on the ground,
And let your hair fall all around me.
Offer up your best defense;
This is the end,
This is the end of the innocence.

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Incidentally, that fourth quote--sparrow's sorrow--is something I read in an old sci-fi anthology I borrowed from a friend once, and I cannot for love blood or money find the complete poem or the author.

Sometimes I think I dreamed it.

Christ I'm tired.
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