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Winter is a felon,a onceimprisoned peace.The gray is depressing,confidence in a body bag.As the area is winter's bed...my ears were frostbitten.The sk..
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The medicine provides the curing,contain liquid dreams of caffeine.Lighting my soul.Sweet tastes,linger & linger.Walk on water & fly through a..
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Experienced varied emotions.Must use words bywhich to map them.Weaponry of our handsfor all who've been lost.Our goal is never revenge,we resurrect ou..
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Sitting on the couchof my therapists office.For decisions we regret.Trying to make the hurtnot hurt anymore.I am only a mess of patchwork.Let me lie h..
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The skip in my heartbeatwhen your foreheadis pressed against mine.A strange sense of comfort to it.Rome was not built in a day,but it can be a home--b..
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TheBig Sad--each wave is real.It's no big secret,but a warning aboutthe darkness out there.It was the wreckwe were looking for.Their flowers sadden us..
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Sorry to be so silent.The quiet mouthstamped on our hands.A lonely cup of coffeeat the edge of 4AM.Still alive after the dark hours,revisions to reel ..
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I was here before--begging for a hug involving thorns.Flicked them off if they refused.A beating heartI keep sticking push pins in.The taste oflonelin..
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Quiet mornings between sheetsin an effort to be closer to you.With patient eyeshidden in grey skies.Catch the rainwith my bare hands.Every part of me ..
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TomorrowOn the edge of tomorrow,knot your fingers in mineunder changing skies.Goodbye is never far away,thus I hold a promisebetween my lips thatI sha..
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