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i hold these notes,
written out events of every time
you were something.
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When you're angry after a break up
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if love is blue,organic, it flows through,like streams in the dewof the morning blue.it's azure like a blue jay's wing,as it settles down to sing,of t..
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when i can't speak words...
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this hunger that is buried under our skin
quietly unsaturated, under nourished
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we are falling
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but moving nowhere fast.
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(do you see its pulse race?
and my whispers, quiet quiet?)
slow down, frantic child.
don’t let it go away now:
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snow falls on my dreamswhile i sleep, likea tree falling in an empty wood.simple and quiet as a smile,but sharp like cracked lips,and crinkled skin wh..
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sometimes, dreams lay to waste, like sands unmoved by time.
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