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give me a thousand drops. / reflections from your pupil eliminate the sky, / you plant your foot, hard like root. / "give me a thousand drops" / and grow.by evernot 4 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 7 7:26 AM 2007
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And I'm reading between the lines
every second, everytime. -
when momma had fallen,
she took tommorow to her grave. -
where is gravity?
vision windows, and focuses -
good morning wounded beauty.
-METAPHORIC ALARM- -
akward morning...
unsure why I was strewn on the floor. -
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mind you puddle is actually death.....i just didnt wanna be stereotypical and give him the classic name...i feel puddle is more desirable
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They are playing god. -
if i had a bottle of moon cries, it would empty,
blue embers would spark in space. -
the walking, the wondering,
the movies, the t.v.
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