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Breath easy the winter always brings bad dreams but soon the spring grows new hope while summer naps summon visions of the fal..

Loss is a quiet word sliding slowly off the tongue tied to it a silence follows made finite only by the presence of it&rsqu..

No left hand turns permitted into our parking lot from routes 9 and 35 north and south bound An exact quote echoing out of my h..

Writing in the dark as she idles next to me dreaming I was someone else Waiting in the cold as he fumbles with the lock looking..

Splitting hairs and atoms somewhere left of reason fingers across the sound of something closer to freedom than imagined we’ve been down thi..

Fasten your seatbelts the whiskey may taste of past mistakes but tonight is about here and now Right here they thought they would stand ..

I wonder why when she sighs it sounds like winter with her storm approaching My heart breaks when the truth of her dedication fills itself ..

Do I want you still in this place between where and when Can I ask you to hold on just a little longer to just a little less Will I ever be ..

The best words wash over the page again and again no matter the pen or guiding hand The best words are ghosts haunting the house of truth ..

She spoke to the world through a fog of self-indulgent analysis Something hung behind her eyes full of guilt and a sick desire for a secret ..