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not very good..a bit wishy washy haha

and so in my warped imagination I believe somehow you feel something something similar to me desperate I run through words, hunting clues scrutin..

little hope raises wings to sunlight, in the heady morning unfurling, waking shakes feathers and stretches back and remembers what it is to live ..

who is she? the one who hypnotizes you so what sort of woman could have a man quite like the man I know as you she is young and vibrant but far..

I couldn't stop staring at your hands as you sat beside me at the desk long fingers, with long nails that would tear the flesh on my back in the h..

you have to move to exist just being, is not enough life must be left behind you as you move through it and it is just you and the road heavy f..

how often had I debated to stop and talk to you man who smiled as I ran past on the corner, in your wheel-chair as a child after school walking..

I wonder where you went Out of my life, into the world Still tuning that old grand piano To a perfection I could never hear Berating those with in..

she's two people at once the one before and after seduction and defeat the chaser and captured each time drawn by the hunt the thrill, the rush..

same old taste under skin and bones longing for a touch to feel that life is here same old words seduction takes no deduction on my part or v..