Letters from the American Interior
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Words are my love language.
Your words run through me like the blood in my veins
I could swear I knew your love Before I knew your name
Before I knew your name.
~Lucinda Williams
Conor Oberst's cover. My insides sort of want to explode violently.
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