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Twenty five,tall, dark and handsome
Parents nod:the oldest story in the world.
"He is reserved" ,they say.
That euphoric rush,multiple life epiphan..
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Tonight, my eyes don't have the luxury to cry,
For years,the Sun will have overshadowed the rusty whispers of truth,
That starry nights guard, tho..
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It was benign,the way she swinged her hands by her side
And did not need your's to spread the warmth.
The way she held her head above,with galaxies ..
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You smile and cry like you have the purest eyes,
Not fascinating:not at all.
Custodial job,insignificant town,
Frames of a broken church,dusty old ..
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