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I) Rodeo II) Burning Moths III) Grown IV) Generals of War and Time V) Asphalt Folk VI) Revolution
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They leave the dormatory in a gray fog, their songs trailing behind them like dust off their backs
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Hey death, is this it?
I thought there'd at least be a light
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Yes, I believe if I had any say in the matter, my color would change each day
And I would grow how I wished...
by Whereslawrence
107 lines,
on Aug 4 12:00 PM. In Nature, Personal, Sad, Society, Angst, Spiritual, Hope, Life, Love, Contemporary
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I think I'm going away for a while
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In my life, made of years and months;
Weeks, days and hours;
Minutes and seconds
by Whereslawrence
91 lines,
on Aug 4 11:57 AM. In Personal, Nature, Thoughts, Life, Love, Fantasy, Hope, Angst, Sad, Society
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The way it worked out
Is all you have
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I saw the face of the woman I will marry in the mountain side
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The clouds cast shadows
They look like bruises on the earth
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Let who I am, and what I'll be
Mesh like some wonderful mosaic
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Buds, then blooms, then perishes
Like a flower in some far off dream,
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You make me feel like I was meant to be alive
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I feel strange for feeling anything at all
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I am simply the footprint in wet snow
Under the shining sun
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The loneliest man
Is often the deepest woods
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My soul feels like steam
And it’s escaping through breathing holes…
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"Your house is where we will want all things to be…
…And when they arrive you will pack them away”
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The sky seems like a quilt of gray threads
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We are a single dissapointing breath
Alone we slip out of God's lungs
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I look at these people-
All these wonderful, dreadful souls
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And I saw the place where I should have lived,
The broken home my father built
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And that night; when we walked to the mountains-
And slept beneath winter, amongst the snow
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I am alone,
Another flame on the sun
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I try not to think-
I try not to care-
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Your stomach exploded,
Millions of beautiful winged butterflies floated to me
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God is too big to know
And I am too small to notice
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Weather systems move
Like sad children looking for mother
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Passing old country homes, sleeping in mossy hillsides, guarded by rusted fences and tired old dogs covered in beaten coats, with lonely, s
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And the clouds look like sails of ships
Men have come to us from the seas
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The light really came
She said "There's a light behind everything"
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The evening looked dampened
By the rain from the day
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The ships have left me somewhere in between
The new world and the old queen
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All I want is something warm
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In some magical way
I see you breathe
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