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Taking our time to get to our seats,I've got a clean spot,much like a blind spot,so no need to watch your feet.Backs to the end of the day,facing the ..
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We wrote our own favorite songs,on sheets of scrap. It wasn't long,until we figured out we were a puzzle,that would take the rest of our lives to comp..
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A naked boat stripped for scrap,for firewood,just for the night."I wouldn't if I were you."A captains fate,a double knot.Sealing laces in his quarters..
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Talking about the times I didn't know her, even when I did, my assumptions, my mistakes. Finally understanding empathy. God I love her
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Theres something left to do,through a lazy afternoon.So I string up a seat made of rope between two trees.I close my eyes and and like a slingshot I w..
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The relationships between my my wife and creative process.
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When the buildings collaspse down townpast the old woods where we echoed sounds,I'll be sure to take the blame,for my share of the ricochet.Don't let ..
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Not sure if thats a real word. I kind of figured it didn't matter. I've been listening to a lot of Radical Face and got inspired to write this.
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I glanced towards the glassas the exits would pass,and I knew for a while where we wouldn't be going."Don't start this again."I think I'm just bored,a..
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Waves are crashing into my bed, of one hundred days, and one hundred sleeps, of a strangers dream and all the day's I haven't met. -------------..
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