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It was a staircase to heaven. A never ending climb upwards, against gravity, against most odds and without promise of ever reaching the top. It was go..
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Summer, a blinding light Diamonds reflected on the floor.There was never any rhythm to a song spoken out of fair lips,a broken kiss,or an excuse to ..
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My hair smells like cigarettes, but no worse than your fingers.The mattress on the floor squeaking every time you roll overand pull me closer.I don&rs..
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Worn in tattoosAn old man, before you found Youth.Laugh lines like scarsOf better times, in dark bars,and memory persistsa wasted wish,thinking it wil..
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Change its name.Giving back to the livinga reason. To keep a promiseregardless of the pain.Words we never meant more,then when they were saidin vain
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Bright days like lucky love orlucky to be in lovewith you. Like the moon,in shadow, I will rest awhile.Days spent by the Seineor in the Sun, how lovel..
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Absence fills my mo(u)rning.Just come back next time, okay?
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Day stretched shadows over fields plowed in vain,letting weeds run rampant, like laughterslipping out everytimewe remembered the days,in the woods, or..
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I met you today and your birthday is tomorrow. 2 years ago and every day. Time to mourn Memory. And be grateful it slips past. I don’t remember ..
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