my heart plays a metronome
and my mind is trying to
You poke too hard. there you would murmer.
not audible enough...a
i know your hands
i know your hands were designed to
you're finding proof i was right there where you are
asking
the door is closed
the lock is latched and i'm the
we chose this path and we tread
new steps a new
the more borders we cross
the shorter life seems
you start to
i hope right now you're drowning in your tears
and your
Through this side scroll
I glare out the window to find
That
It's your game
you have managed to grab everyone's attention
the spotlight
My wallet
It's only getting lighter
I'll keep it folded for now
It's
The air is bruised
With ghostly fumes
Of condensed smoke
But in my
Someone tell me why
Would an angel
Pull the feathers from her
Perfection,
We cannot live as prophets
We cannot sleep tonight
Given life's brea
Day dreaming as I take this routine stroll
Leap over sidewalks
Skipping
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