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I think of you now, in bits and piecies
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My dreams are my love balloon. They carry me to unheard of places and
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being alone is a choice. Then, it's not a choice anymore.
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With a thousand lies and a used disuise,
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In all the ways you asked me
what I was thinking,
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How did I learn so well, the art of heartbreak?
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"Ada plays". A classical piece from Cold Mountain.
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I want you to know that from this day
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I can see the light behind your eyes when you sleep. The glow that's only there for me.
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It's amazing. The lengths I go to
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I am not sleepy, but I am tired.
I am cold but cannot find warmth.
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We loved with enchanting language, sugarcane. The honey of roses.
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It was unlike them to leave her alone so long. But she was a shadow of earlier years.
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It was not like us
to be openly fighting.
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in the grand scheme of things, it was easier to describe
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We spoke without words, He and I.
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It is a completely clean ashtray.
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If you sit in a silent room, with quiet from voices and human sound,
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Why you have to go and leave me
baby?
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The cars that pass on the road, are like eyes that search the darkness.
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In the look of your eyes, at times,
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Today, the sun is too bright, The overcast sky
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On Caroll Street,
there is a Little Grocery,
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you’re on the other side of my memories’ glass.
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you’re on the other side of my memories’ glass.
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Look at me I come from a whole
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she said she liked to think of the nighttime sky
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this town is suffocating. Everywhere I go
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Here we are, all of us, living the secret lives of books.
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the graves are in a disaray.
the skulls and flowers
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I am borderline.
I live on the edge of
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