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this poem is a sign of desperation...my block is back...
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can you feel it grinding beneath your fingers?
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Silent, pensive In the damn night
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i'd like to be silent, pensive,
and you'd like to be
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tried to rescue
your ribbons from
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I’d like you to prescribe me some pills
To mend these broken bones
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you say you're going back to your roots but i said you were never planted to begin with
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I’m tired of making your bed covers
Out of old headlines
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Stopped our gears from turning
Started this fire burning
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sunlight is protruding through
every avaliable crack in this green wall
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all i have are snapshots
pictures with no memories
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Can I break enough solid objects To penetrate through this mental wall of superficial contentment
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that we may just have to open our ears up and listen
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i'm sorry for being redundant again i can't stand watching you suffer
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my mind just went into hyperdrive
trying to decipher the words you sent me
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scratching, biting, hitting etc.
my sisters is of a fiery sort
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I always get into these fads too late:
converse shoes
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This has been deemed inevitable
And i try not to look like i mind
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this cabaret of a few
dancing outside the red windmill
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I made the rest of the world disappear
whenever you looked at me
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No matter how many words i use
How many fantasies i create
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how do i sleep at night?
tell me,
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i pray for clarity
but you only write in riddles
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i will create a new language, just for you
so we can pretend that i'm worth it
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Because I know you will tucked this situation
And your pending anger
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and although that is hardly sleepy-time
for most of my age's population
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grow fluorescent wings
and fly out of the collapsible cage?
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Cause baby when you’re stoned,
I can't understand what’s going on
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this place of solitude where I have left you
left you for nothing, left me standing
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below the wings of time
i flint and flutter
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I sit here under the willow tree
trying to catch the whisp of a breeze
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that comes dripping out of your mouth
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