Imagine my lips, talking. Imagine our hands, holding. Katie with an ie, or a y, it doesn't matter--your blood is my blood.

And, trust me, you'll love me:
Power-pop can be stifling 
clear talent and occasional charm 
wears pretty thin, but 
oppressive is the glorification 
of generic heartbreak. 
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°~makes allowances for juvenile self-absorption that romance never does~°