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will you remember me?at the end of our dayswill I matter,did our memories leave a lasting impressionwas our love enoughto carry onfor the one who rema..
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this rusty, red dagger no longer burnsturning each day at twelve on the exact same spotscraping across my bludgeoned stance of well meaning intentions..
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behind the shadow there is a soulplaying quietly as not to drollmystical, melancholy letting of tunes,fingers straylinger in the etherwhere to turn wh..
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How is it the story always ends the same way?The people, places and circumstances may be different, but the ending will certainly manifest with the ex..
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maybe it's because I was seeking comfortin some strangely perverted and convoluted waylonging for a sense of safety I believed was thereyet, have neve..
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I wish we were closercloserthanthisdays full of laughternights spent in sweet surrendertaste of your kisswhere did our time gowhen did that open door ..
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am I derelictknowing now what I was uncertain of thenstuck in slow motion, pressing on airtasting the promisewe both knewyet,somehow refused to pluck ..
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we met in September under cloudy circumstancesrolled out in May around a coconut stick,the length of October you remainedwhile others looked awaythoug..
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stretching out at long last, for a moment I felt safenestled securely inside this tranquil domainor so I believed,before the storm litall sides around..
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how many times do we throw ourselves insidesqueezing beside what we know isn't rightall in an effort to please, only to bring this travaildismembering..
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