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The last words, nearly not spoken, but breathed outBut it was more than what it may have sounded likeIt went back, right to the start, and rememberedB..
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I'm losing my mindcan you help me find it?You may just geta piece of my heartalong the way.
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If you pour me tea,my thoughts will simmer with yoursbut then, maybe not.
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I wonderedwhy my handswere perpetuallyso coldUntil my eyes openedthrough the steamy fog -a hot-and-cold moment of claritywhen I realizedthat for far t..
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My colored pencilslipped on your rough edgesI'm sorryI colored outside the linesand not onlyinside your heartYou didn't say a wordBut I knewfrom the f..
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Yeah, it was a rough weekI know your tank is emptyMy nerves are numb, tooI'll reserve that tablehidden in the corner -I know you like that soft leathe..
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Our words sang the blueswhile our heartspainted the town redOur sonnets of telepathygreened the cheeks of all would-be loverswould it be a white lieto..
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You have an old soul, she said
He smiled. I’m
glad you noticed.
Oh, I did not notice, it spoke to me, she sang,
Nearly triumphantl..
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I praythat life will giveyou doublefor all the love you gaveI prayfor strength to chase you downand lift you up on highI prayfor waterfalls of wisdomt..
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If youstop loving methe worldwill run out of words.
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