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I wanna be
a sturdy, gnarled sycamore tree
Rooted, embedded in a single spot
Unchanging, as the seasons pass by
Unflinching, as the branche..
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I sometimes like to imagine that I was dead
Just to wonder if anyone would truly care
Will my father finally say that he was proud of me?
Will my m..
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You're the sunset that drenched me in orange
The hues that bloomed my monochrome blues
Lavenders, violets, springtimes,
a bud, so delicate amidst ..
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After a long, drawn out battle
Atlas was condemned to hold up the heavens
The weight of the entire world rested
On his shoulders for eternity.
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My legs are hurting
I have lost count; of how long
I've been climbing
A foot in front of the other,
a step after a step
An endless cycle, resembl..
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The oceans used to be blue, according to my grandmother. She is seventy-five, has no hobby except staring off into space, suffers from dementia and is..
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oh to be lost in you
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I believe
That one day
You'll come my way
And I wish
On a star
That you'll stay
Stay with me
Stay with me
Right till the end
When you're he..
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Your laughter rings in my ears
The way you call my name
In that playful tone
We've been together all these years
It's difficult to now be alone
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