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at the end of my driveway is a streetlamp,
a streetlamp ever burning. from a glimpse,
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the scars, etched into my soul, engraved into my heart.
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She blows, a single, elongated breath.
The crystal blossoms, expanding to a flourishing flower,
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they saw
her glistening eyes shimmering like
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when I look at her, I know that something's different.
she is herself.
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Looking up, englessly up
on this stormy night.
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I can see the tears you cry.
I can see them building up, wanting to burst forth, and stream down your cheek like a river.
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I am standing here.
Cascading waterfalls of teardrops bursting forth from my gray-blue eyes.
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The shady little spot under the weeping cherry tree
Had always been a very special place for me.
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The music starts playing,
my heart starts beating,
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Clearing out the overgrown trees
Of the world's cliche societies
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I sit upon the windowsill
The world around me soft and still
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love
my feelings for you,
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"Shall we dance and sing aloud?
Shall we fly upon a cloud?
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And there in her hands
it lies:
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Running like the wind along this
Indescribable sandy shoreline
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Standing in the darkness
She is dancing
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I wish you would stop making promises
That you know you can't keep
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I've only seen the true you
Once or twice before
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Past.
A day to be anticipated
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No words or glances exchanged
just a cold,
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a glistening tear
almost forming in her eye
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Walking down the street with her head in the sky,
She seems so self-confident sometimes I wonder why.
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I thought she was happy
Couldn't see past her disguise,
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Bright, vibrant colors
The worlds's true hidden treasures
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i am an island,
standing alone.
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it flaps its
brilliantly colored
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My family.
They are my other leg
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Sweat pouring down her face
Muscles weary and sore
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