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Cut it out, carve a hole in my chest and let me free of it. Oh my heart!
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I am the queen of subversion, hidden messages and passive aggressive
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You count out the hours on your wrist... tick
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Its the mechanical click of your thoughts, so pretentiously predictable.
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Lapped up, The tongue pulling it into tiny shards
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The day cools and darkens as the last spark blazes over the horizon,
my eyes meet the view of this wanderer
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With a giggle and a stumbling step I slip into a newer life. One drink, a slap...grotesque colors and garishly loud socialites,
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The avoidance of something inevitable,
waiting to fall into your passive embrace.
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sharp breathe in stress out
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by magneticblue
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 22 12:04 PM 2008
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the gluttonous pursuit of self content,
pouring the saturated ideals into the already lethargic mind
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by magneticblue
12 lines, 3 comments,
on Apr 27 10:31 PM 2008
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the father that probly isn't in heaven,
what is your name?
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by magneticblue
5 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 27 11:50 AM 2008
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by magneticblue
13 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 27 11:37 AM 2008
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by magneticblue
14 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 11 1:10 PM 2007
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unyeilding claws dig deep into the edges of the sky,
cracking the mortar, causing the old stone to flake and fall away in clumps,
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your old life not quite good enough,
new life to unsure,
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Light and dark, but always translucent
Never having a life of its own, only throwing back reflections
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Pale skin blending into snow and oak,
the fair contrast a perfect match for the life and death surrounding it,
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The chair makes a slight screeching noise as it is pulled back from the table. I lower my body into the seat and begin to talk, hoping tha
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