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how a spark can subside when the ignition dies
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touch up my cerebral make-up apply blush to the synapse.
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blow against the wind grow into the grains
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what drives us to cross-over
brush our shoulders, blush our cheekbones
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as our ankles itch this ice we twitch, we switch and slice
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People walking down the street Walking past the faces of the people that we meet
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When I look into
When I look right into you
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Willows whisper low,
lie ever so slowly
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Oh, when considering the right way to
Sew these words neatly across your lips
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And I'm falling in love with a memory
And I'm wondering if you remember me
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I've sewn my dreams into these streets
beneath my feet, my feelings sleep
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Hunger insatiable bonds near unbreakable
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Is there something that I didn't notice here
Was there ever a song that didn't hear
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Hearts ripen, like
sweet summer raspberries
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let the liquid lace
your inner facets while the
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I'm sitting here alone now
recollecting, second-betting, and it's getting
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How can you write me a letter
With words that I should have known better
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these eyes are a retrospective spyglass; what antithesis is this?
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passing through the mental catalogues of dialogue, this analogue of hearts
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if the some of your problems is greater than your love for me
then you aren't in love with me.
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you've mapped these harlot habits abject itches, twisted twitches
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ice my mellow niceties to spark a sapless soul
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merry is the whistle which is wandering my tongue
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catching an eye
catching a movie
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mouthpiece of my mind, your melody is fine
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father, please forgive me
i have rhythmically reclined
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cloaked within compliance oh, religion is my science and
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itch the instinct
by Abominangel.
17 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 27 7:15 PM 2008
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i blew into the whistle air my missile; sparking sound
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did you discover the words of another
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i sacrifice myself;
metabolise my rising depths
by Abominangel.
18 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 7 11:35 AM 2008
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i constantly forget
there's more to fathom than regret
by Abominangel.
30 lines, 12 comments,
on Nov 1 6:03 PM 2008
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these summer blues wont keep me warm this passion cradles all but yours
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