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my glances over time
build up in the bank
and overflow from the top
call me a lookie loo
but it's hard to part my eyes
away from you
your eyes ..
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Im creeping, im waiting
For you to forget
Hiding in canvas, trying
To let myself inconspicuously sit
Im smiling, so happy
Inside this blue fol..
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The mirrors blinking back at me
This matted mess of hopeful reprieve
Must have died before this moment
There's no self loathing staring back at me..
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I met you as a smiling poet with a dream
you were a freshly born twenty one year old
collection of starbright and sweetness
so wide eyed, with big ..
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feeling caught up in the grind that is stressful gravity and its limitations.
This is totally alleviated while breathing in our mental space ships..
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we sit on the corner of Motion St.
unripe lemons from old Chester's tree
bag of sugar and some fine tap water
we emptied every one of our ice trays..
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she said, and I quote, I broke your little heart
why do you still smile
sweetie, you're the variable
do Goths wear black after labor day
she walk..
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I want to kiss a stranger
To see if I still care
About things like
love and hurt
I want to hold a hand today
To see if I can warm
This bluish..
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I've always had a housea dwelling, residence, a place to sleepbut it's all in the wordingit is said a house is not a home, and the thermostat has no e..
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