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One day I captured you,
in my small cupped palms,
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and the sky songs sing blue,
when I'm sitting here, alone in my bedroom,
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all is not black, white, and grey
going alongside a three way street filled with endorphins of doom.
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An endless stupor,
of law abandonment;
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a steel tone, to edge your exasperated voice
because:
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I don't know you,
the way you walk, the way you smell,
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you wrote me a poem,
the day a man died,
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with a sordid
medley, of blues, reds, and polyester acrylic.
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the reverberation of bongos
end up leading me home,
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Like a flock of birds,
taking to the air, in mid flight,
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and bloody knuckles,
was just a game we used to play,
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Its the tip of an iceberg,
in a sudden system failure.
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And if I try hard enough,
and curl into the fetal position,
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and you thought a glimpse,
into a book
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With your combat boots,
army style, laced up to your puss.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiQEW3q8pQY
Check out the music video!
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feeling things too fast,
always messes my head up.
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es dificil de saber lo que es real cuando no estas real
c'est dur à savoir quel est vrai quand vous n'êtes pas vrai
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Join your hand with mine,
soon to be lover.
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Combat boots,
and vile words to match.
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Dreams
I do believe I met my soul mate, my other half, my kindred spirit last night.
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the porcelain bowl,
that encircles your shattered temple,
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love is such a pretty word,
for such a fragile mess
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took a walk on the beach
you do it every Wednesday
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To speak to you, without words
of any kind, would be the easiest for me.
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Passion pulls at the drawstrings of my heart’s demand.
My Intravenous, ivy lover.
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because you move to an invisible tune,
that I don't want to hear
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with a sudden look in the mirror,
this is all it takes,
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put your paper to the pen,
then take it away, while you think,
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driving alone,
these city lights across my memory,
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strips of cloth,
wrapped around my bones.
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[the accumulation of fallen leaves on my doorstep]
^above is the title translated from Arabic to English
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Golden haired princess,
bathing within the light,
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and its horrible when I loose the words
that I've written so carefully over the early morning late nights for you,
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Sometimes I wear it around my neck;
a burden so gentle yet heavy to hold.
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