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when's the last time you checked?
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he didnt believe in beauty or spelling correctly
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Alive. I felt alive in their raging fervor
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So, you've let your hair grow
No more awkward shaking
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He's nothing more than a fleeting
memory that projects through
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These blank eyes are empty
enough to sate even the hungriest
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I've wasted my best bits of honesty
on a keyboard
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The downtown streets are calling loud
Humid air crawling through my shirt
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Glad to see your sleeping well
While the rest of the house
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Maybe its just my skin that's grown too tight
Or a hopeless falsehood is what I am
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Wind blown insecurity fleets around your face
Leaving frayed edges on your skin
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His sightline falls through glasses
down a crooked nose.
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We're just talking, there's nothing wrong with that
(only friends, this is what she says)
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I once fit into this wallpaper
peeling from the kitchen corners
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The story's become a novel
Filled with so many twists and bends
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I remember he said
"I want to see you in a dress
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I guess it makes you smile
as the disease of your eyes
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I'm starving for newness
As the anorexia sets in my bones
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Listless,
now I lay in hallways
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Their shadows were plastered on burgundy brick wall
Tacked down with brilliant blue light
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You're a wretch
And Art can't save you.
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Backseat sleep
Restlessness as sun beats
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I sit awkwardly in this hard chair, discomforted,
there's a chill in the kitchen floor
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Under vaulted skies of black satin
We paint our world with red
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Here lies...
a girl who did not sleep
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I drink my voice away every night
Hang my arm across your shoulder
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It started off simple and pure
Unruined by your fascist eye
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Oh lies, for now there would be smiles
But awkwardness still remains on the face
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pale awkward bodies
wrigling against eachother
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I melted against your body heatTrying to sleep as you kept me claspedAnd I cried silent tears about yourbeautiful promisesThat somehow mean noth
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You, the beauty I've longed to touch,
but could not grasp
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I've learned not to depend on dictionaries
for words and their correct meanings
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Accidental fate smeared my ink and
what was meant to be said.
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