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words fall across a page, a row of clandestine clemetines a wanton slap in the face, they linger on in your mind
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Pacing back and forth. That is what these shoes were made for, the well-worn leather has been slowly eroded by years of doing just that. Pacing. Back and forth. Each shoe is predestined to lead a person to where they are mean
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by painted dreams
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 1 12:05 AM. In Sad, Personal, Pain, Love, Thoughts, Confusion, Heartache, Life, The whole thing.
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the corners of my mouth danced around a bit
first up, then down, pursed, stretched wide
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Farewell, the sun is disappearing over that horizon line and so, I fear, must I. The sea beckons like a lover
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glimmering up at me, hanging suspended in the depths
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our love was written down one night from the moment i turned around and
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i fell for you with your
glittering cubic zirconian words
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my heart is not dust... not yet but i fell like dust falls, in a way
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my heart was torn, but scabbed over, made itself reform into something resembling
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but then she remembers springtime the scent of rain on freshly cut grass
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i am here on this crumbling earth feeling my skin become dust particles
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i.
the scent of rain and wet concrete
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softly he sang, words of praise
and the sweet strumming of guitar strings
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you spilled across my life indian ink seeping down a white sheet of paper
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my shadowy reflection cast itself through the storefront and over your form
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The winter swept in and swept you away. I guess the bonds between us were too much for you to bear. Don't try to apologize for your desperate actions, the coldness with which you tore me out of your life. You behaved surgical
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you gave me that push off the ledge at first i fell, plummeting into unknown air
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winter has swept back in snow covers the ground that
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salted tears race toward the ground where my heart lays on display,
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much speculation is made
on what the first word was
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we spun ourselves dizzy under the turning of cloud-ceilinged sky
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you have been planted firmly in the earth that lays
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you can't see a dream
it dissipates like the
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hands enfolded neatly,
she sits with her head bowed low
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