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a thread of light
through fingers so used
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the sad part is
i can never recognize the girl looking me back in the mirror
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someone asks, if you found a magic lamp, what would you wish for?
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rough misty kisses i can feel the ice in my teeth
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i've got these big eyes small holes in my lobes
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the ever-so-inviting feeling: the balled up fist of my stomach clenching
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and girl i've gotta say you really outdid yourself this time.
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i kept asking i
kept begging for you to
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i am somewhat ashamed to say that in the quiet of such somber moments, with
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what can i say? i was only me when my eyelashes
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i can always feel it coming
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when your skin universe curls up beside me love, a feverish sun, fills the night-time sky and
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it was never really about the
sound of cheap liquor splashing against
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in my world
there is honor among thieves
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in all this chaos in all this pain and amidst all this heartbreak
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the dull buzz in my head was a lullaby
to make me feel less guilty about the skin hymns
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but tonight i don't even know what it is i want to say. i'm lost in your walls; strange considering how much time i've spent looking up at them instead of looking at you-- which is exactly what i'm doing now. you'd think i'd
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eventually they took all i had to give
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when your therapist with the thick accent asks about me,
tell him i've been used more times than my pens
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--she was the rose who dared to grow between the cracks in my concrete
heart. she defied nature and thus defied me.
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collapsed
i was already dialing 911
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my tongue burnt
to ashes and metaphors. i couldn't speak except in circles.
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and today was my favorite kind of day: so cold i could feel my bones shiver, snow tangled in my eyelashes, blood on my floorboards, and the sloppy pounding of my heart against the pavement--
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it was my first time playing in powders,
how it tasted so metallic bittersweet, encasing my sinuses in gold pollen.
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we fall into each other collapsing like skyscrapers of limbs and erratic thought
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but i was scared to be that
semi-permanent.
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with you leaning against me, both of us a little stoned,
and love, almost forgivable in that moment,
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and the green numbers mocking me from the microwave
counted down the last decades of my twenty hours
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i know that patience
is key.
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and even though it hurts i can't help but remember
each time i spent slowly tracing your spine with my fingers and
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what i never said was that i
loved you from the start
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once upon time you placed me carefully next to the stars, you made me yours. wished upon my pale skin. but i was never a star, and each bit of faith you placed in me felt heavier than a thousand anchors. i turned into somethi
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black mazda rx8's the headlights sliced my thoughts open and bred inside
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the world turned to grains of sand and dust around us
(much like the second chance i kept sliding under the hourglass glued to the table,
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