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slowly but surely
we all melt away
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Careful cracks creeping up on creation / creatively calling and cha chaing / to the cartilage of some childhood / hey chick / cherry hearted civilian / you chase my cloud / cheap the cheater / &nbs
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The colors of the world spiral on end as the sunset flees towards a new creation.
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A sweet switch dab to the palet, / the simple blend of this color to that. / The blues turned to purples, then reds, / like a softly seen rainbow high in the sky. / Like a hand wrapped and tangled / through a lovers
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on the soft soaking sands / unable to stand / my feet sinking and sinking / my head and brain constantly thinking. / the sun coming up, speaking to the muck, / and at the edge of the wa
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what would one do to keep those deep days / steep days / the times before lost loves and dark drugs
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riot fights laughing smight
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Huehue far away a sweet charango
by naikipet me
28 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 12 9:00 PM 2007
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all i know is kiss you kiss me
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the world of wishful thinking
sucked into sunken sinking
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welcome
to a world that never ends
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mi pasion
crea un mundo, imenso, y colorido
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so says i
said the spoken
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heat dragging towards day
cracks lacking amidst
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smokenlacedoldrags
ashentisedrunkenags
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sleep speaks softly towards the daily sins
and opaque sighs in our everyday
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an innocent asshole
speaking of trees
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smoke flew off her tongue
as she spoke of the day awaiting
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sweet defeat
put me to sleep
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echoing through the eighties
LSD
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ironically ironic-ing the day away
pushed down by the big
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insane insanity sanely circling my teary eyes
if i had a gun
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and Christ cried 'cripes!!'
as he kissed Satan strikingly on the lips
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a lifeless lie of lying lovelies
eyed eyes to tell the truth in cries
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The prince of the peas spoke to me
said the me who never saw the truth
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watch
when the wind hits the windows
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soakin' up the sun
with a rank reason for rain
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followed by a trail of thoughts
a trail of beauties
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you play the piano down my hips
paint my lips
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sleep creating a river down her lips
tears creating ponds at the crisps of her eyes
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chunky cold day
your eyes as old as the mold in mid-may
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the curtains whispered to me today
they told me I had to go
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poetry is poetically stupid
brain crackin'
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I watch my friends depleting
my peers of a million years
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