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I Speak OfI speak not of peaches, chapstick, sunrises or fallen nights. / (K)nights fought over love never found. / A(r)mor rusted over from her tears,
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Jul 30, 2012
Bicycles and IciclesBicycles and icicles remind me of you. / Cold winter nights / feel warm,
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Jul 30, 2012
Beginningtonight i know it all has to being with the end / we'll start again / from the beginning where it doesn't hold us,
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Jul 30, 2012
FistsOur fights made us stronger until they broke us.
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May 16, 2012
You.the word floods my mouth as a mix of hurt and anger. / i try to reverse it, but its too hard to swallow. / i stand on my head, hoping that the word might just slip out,
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Apr 23, 2012
Painted Golden*I can only spend do much time trying to see the world through your eyes.* / These words, / twist from her shallow breath around her fingers.
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Apr 9, 2012
ControlMy fingers / stopped spilling / the words my mind
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Mar 31, 2012
The KissOur Last. / We promised, / Shook hands,
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Mar 31, 2012
The night is my coverMorning dew falls, / tears from the stars. / The coyotes call still echos.
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Mar 31, 2012
Penny LaneWritten with my dearest Dane Johnson / This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky? / *We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define.*
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Mar 27, 2012
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