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(or the trickle-down effect
turned on its head)
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trees pour into the wind.
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the sun licks at faded freckles
upon his nose. beautiful face.
by Laurili
48 lines, 21 comments,
on Jan 29 11:12 PM 2005. In Love
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by Laurili
24 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 2 11:22 PM 2004. In Love
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My calander still reads
November
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I trace across my mind
searching for breadcrumbs
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This is not.
(And I am not.)
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Though i can get by
existing (despite my non-existence)
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And as the booze hound rolls
his eyes back for the night,
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It is advisable (add vice [able])
that we drown all thoughts
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i watch the sunset's
reds and oranges burn
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Opportunities' petals
crumble within
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Clearly all the Mud Pie
Mumbo-Jumbo of childhood year(s)
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These three girls are
"COOL".
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They spin psychological-roulette
around troubled minds,
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