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I try not to be the one to bring tears, not my place.I try to be the one who wipes the tears away.Startle you, making you laugh, make you smile, even ..
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Listening to a song by Rush.
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Knowing how to use an acid touch, words burning through the paper, consuming the thoughts before the reading, I tried again.Fire has a moment, but no..
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December at that.Was it really so recent? Not even three years.Sorry, just noticing.I signed in here back in December of 2011.Looking at the first two..
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My apologies, Mr. Martin.
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Left while I was dreaming, saddened upon awakening.Grumbling to myself, only to see a trace of your lipstick, left behind as a morning kiss.Perfectly ..
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One meeting the end of a late night, watching the beginning of the dawn.Still thinking, wondering why I feel at peace.Some would claim, I should just ..
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Due credit to the writers of Scooby Doo.
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Excuse me, I said that wrong.The writing is about passion.Trying to share a look shared, eyes only for each other.Attempting to tell, if only for a mo..
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