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Her hands - Their hands [[[ starts off as an understandable Poem ]]]
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She sits in her rocking chair, and the wind sweeps through her silver hair.
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Plastic words held between your lips,
Tipping off the edge of your tongue,
Can't wait to spit them in our face.
Our square,
Your square,
He sai..
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Ten month Anniversary 04/28/08
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you search for your being, but your shadow is nowhere to be found
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A shot of something blue,
a spout of something grey.
The sky is of this hue,
and it's shadows excite with play.
Wrinkled and tattered,
unborn a..
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I have been to Hell and back -
I've even played the Devil'sversionof hacky sack.
It's true what they say -
" The silence is the worst of all..
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Some "friends" can blind your thoughts.
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Sway me,
play me.
Strum my every nerve.
Curve me,
kiss me.
Whisper notes I've never heard.
Lace your fingers through my tangled hair,
Allow m..
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Your curious eyes have never met
My own - once a deep brown,
- no longer wet.
Your cautious heart has never beat
In sync with my own - what wa..
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