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Among dying leaves I see
a world. A world that used to be us inside.
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Clare is a faerie.
A real-life Tinkerbell,
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Do you cry when no one's around
Or are you the concrete wall?
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Getting up, I just stroke his hair, let him know
That someday we'll be where the nightmares can't go.
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Her name is Katie and she isn't the same
I've known her for ages but lately she's changed
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In my eyes you were flawed
And I had never seen anything so perfect.
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i could count on one hand
the inches between us
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I wanted to cut lovely stanzas over your heart
So that your blood would be the ultimate offering,
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Leading to the wrists, where those punk-rock sex bracelets
Stood like a bold promise
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As we fell over rooftops
And under the sky
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Hollow gods preached by false prophets,
Hearts and minds alike
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His eye sockets held stars that,
Under black skies, stood vivid
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Laughing with teeth like apple secrets and
Hair all vivid shades of goth and teenage angst
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there is a shadow of doubt over my head but
i have never been prouder of a mistake
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You had eyes like Neverland
And big white teeth, full lips,
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but i couldn't follow his timing
(his techno/trance heartbeat kept throwing me off)
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Edible candy-coated starlight, and
I think I've had too much
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maybe you can scream
if I am silent"
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and I fell like your smile--
bitter and fast
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And we were gone,
Bathed in sunlight and decay
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Plastic and edgy like glow-in-the-dark
Stars that
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I was left helpless, exposed and unimpressive
Glazed and dazed and yours...
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That after I've lost so much just to have you, I will one day be
A simple static-encased memory that means so little, but
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Against the world with
Black marker poetry bleeding into the cracks of our skin
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where my scars are shields but every bit as painful
as the bleeding wounds that I wrote about with wincing fingertips
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lips pealed back to expose a place
where every tooth is pointed
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past merry-go-rounds with spiralling mirrors
showing him cycloned with hideous colored horses
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I try not to think of you
words tumbling from your lips like your hair
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you found me in the dictionary
under "definition"
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Beast glared through the eyes of
man
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emaciated
under her skintight tutu
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f a l l i n g
in love again with the sound of our own voices
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You called me Persephone and smiled
Offering me pomegranates.
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You were the kaleidoscope and I was the bits of broken glass swimming
in you
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from the thing I loved
to the thing I barely like
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