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Cultivated from a barren existence,
you turn to me
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A man stretches in his driveway
as the dawn creeps over his shoulders.
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Back and forth, we swing through time. I push, you pull, and we hope for straight lines
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The fire's fingers reach
and wrap around branches.
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The echo of your skin now
lies face down in the damp cave,
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I know I can pull hard enough
and remind myself
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The memory of plantations
echoes across the city streets,
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Every soft sweet moment,
every bitter word of regret,
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The late night rain
is a symbol of the days events,
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Backs cracked against
frozen lakes;
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I picked an apple,
red, not green. A mirror of
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You sit in the garden,
waiting for the quaint,
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You try to move
try to stay,
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We draw your shadows
and hope you'd appreciate
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Take my "thank you"
and fold it up,
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Trust me enough to close your eyes, and sleep.
Sleep through the plastic storms
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I sit on my kitchen floor
after an hour of being made
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His hand rests on the inside of my elbow.
"2 stairs, Bud," I say into his good ear.
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The air is damp and clings
to my skin.
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The smell is unstoppable,
growing and consuming
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The bamboo stretches
far above my head.
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Exactly how did we get to this point?
we say we can tell each other anything, right?
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If you sit an emergency waiting room,
you'll find stories in every chair.
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They carried him up the stairs,
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You whispered a name under
your sweet breath; what troubled you.
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I am pressing the button,
and no one is coming. Nothing is moving
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I am beautiful.
Well, maybe not, but I'll
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Think fast, don't breath.
Erase her name from your hands.
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Red curves around the orange and yellow,
an ember falls from the towering
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Betray stings your heart
with such sudden force, you have no choice
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"What's today?"
"Today is when your knife slits the skin
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Broken glass lays on the floor and the dresser
underneath the wooden frame
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The moonlight sits between you and me,
no stars to distract from it's single bright ring.
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I
There's mud caked to the bottom of my jeans,
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3rd Avenue is mysteriously branded with her footsteps.
The glowing rocks radiate her presence,
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