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Window pane,
Sparkling specs of light.
From the golden sun,
Traces the outline of our shadows.
Against the white walls,
Our s..
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I took a psychology class last year. My senior year of high school. My teacher wanted us to write like a diary of what we though a drug addict would w..
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Why is it every time you bring me up.
Somebody tells me something you say that just brings me back down.
Smashes me against the f*****g concrete.
I..
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“Blair! Listen to this! Do you hear his emotion?” Caleb called over to me against the blaring heater, and the soft ballad that is coming..
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It's to a friend. It's his story. Told through me. He's still in his story trying to figure out what's right for him.
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August 1st, 2008
Paris is at my feet,
the taste of wine is just around the corner.
The piano man is humming,
to Paris' city streets.
Eiffel t..
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“Come on, baby!” Joshua calls ahead of me before disappearing into the apple orchard while laughing hysterically.
“Joshua, I ca..
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You can see right through me
As though I am a pane of glass
My heart races by the mere mention of you
It is the most translucent part of me
Frag..
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A melody of love sings me to sleep at night
Strings of the guitar hum in the air
The sweet lullabies send me waves
Of a far away land I drift to..
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Fingers flying over the strings of your guitar, music washs over me,
And I give in,
To the passion of your song,
The intensity of your melody ech..
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