daniel-holdenWhisper

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wordsWhat will our last words / to each other be? / And how will they come?
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Mar 21, 2013
She talks about countries, kissing you knowingly.Sometimes, I feel you pull away from me / And I can tell that you're about to run again / It feels wrong to not be with you
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Mar 13, 2013
a short rhyming poemCome dear / I've been drinking, / and I want to drink you in.
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Sep 6, 2012
The time in which I had almost convinced myself things were not so horrible.The horizon was a sea of corn stalks, / stretching out endless in either direction / swaying in the breeze and
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Sep 4, 2012
Something fairly new, and often made out of something old.I like the way my hands look like in the light of a fire, / I think. / It could be the drugs, or the drinking
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Mar 15, 2012
flyingToday the plane rocked / and shook / like hell.
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Oct 24, 2010
a sunday morning in which it felt like the nightI woke early on a Sunday morning / around five or / six
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Oct 18, 2010
classCompany was coming over / and I was high, out of my mind / black streaks all over my hands
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Oct 16, 2010
once in the north with the lights off and then on againOnce a girl told me / that the first time she met me / I was drunken and kept
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Oct 16, 2010
a leakI try and scratch you from my memory / but every time I drink / you seep back into my peripherals
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Oct 14, 2010
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