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I watch him,the way his eyes glide over me,wishing they were his hands instead.Taking note of how he moves the pen between his fingersthe way he pulls..
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I'm sitting at this crossroaddreading the light turning green.Not ready yet for thedistinguished change of yellow and lover.If I keep sitting herecomm..
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Footprints in the sand of memorysubjected to high and low tidessilently fading as soon as it's etched in the soggy mush of our brains.
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A touchA brandA life lived in-between the lines.
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I wanna be this amazing personI don't wanna be a fan, a nameless face in your following crowd.I wanna be respected, but a lot of the time I don't dese..
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Your eyes, I used to stare into themfor hours and hours while you held me in your arms.I know what your lips feel like pressed against my neck.I know ..
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The phone was on her pillow. It didn't have a reason to light up and comfort her. Her brain, her head honestly felt like she was breaking in half, sta..
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I wouldn't have met this place.If it weren't for my faithful reader and dearest friendI wouldn't have written so much, or gotten any better.If it were..
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A lifetime of baggage,with too many mistakes.When she was youngshe dreamed of starsbut with age her eyes dimmed.When she found love,she lost time.When..
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love holds the hand of timewith whichever you meet first,the other is sure to follow.
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