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“She,”
flowed out of the mouth
like one thousand rapid rivers,
one hundred horses stampede across a field,
a swift and firm
knock-out..
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surely,we are strangers.our minds and soulsfeel intimate..but our other sensesare unacquainted.in the end,we don’t know each other at all.
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I often awake from nights heavy of tragic dreams,dragging the melancholy behind me like chains,the clangor resonating a relentless reminderof the somb..
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My mind was an innocent sanctuarywhere I wrapped myself in thoughts of you,but I began to wrap myself too tightlyand found that you suffocated too..
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a comparison of feelings from 10 months ago to now.
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Missing me, for you:A fresh breath of air.Missing you, for me:the starvation of my heart.
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The childishbliss thatreturned toyour countenanceafter the stormcalmed my heartthat was batteredfrom the winds,a comfort thatcould only radiatefrom th..
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an old message to you, in a different time.
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I decorated this heart for youand raised it high above for youand it had traveled up too highand burst and fell down in front of youYou glanced at it ..
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