timmy-johnstonWhisper

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StatueWhen the harmonies in my ears died / I thought that the rhythm of my heart had simply fallen into / syncopated stutters of a life yet to begin.
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May 3, 2014
Self:LoatheThere is nothing beautiful here. / There is nothing profound. / This is a confession.
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Dec 26, 2013
Auto:FocusI turn the ring / and everything shifts. / Bit by bit
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Dec 20, 2013
TornI beg you to stay / right where you are. / For my sake
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Nov 12, 2013
OnceIt wasn't the promises slung around my neck / by your arms rigid with acceptance / and an unfamiliar love.
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Nov 4, 2013
PromiseA soft breeze tickled my nose / The tangerine popsicle dripping down my cheek. / I was lying in my backyard
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Jul 18, 2013
August:NostalgiaIt’s the sound of old, pop-punk blaring through my car speakers at two in the morning. / It’s the way my breath becomes visible late at night. / It’s the sound of our shoes on the woodchips in the park.
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Jul 6, 2013
HerThey say three months is too soon / That it isn't enough time / That it's impossible.
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Jul 3, 2013
MotherHe's special, they said. / I could taste the greed dripping from their teeth. / He's gifted, they said.
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Jun 19, 2013
DepartureThough the land begs the waves to stay / washed gently upon its shores / The moon beckons the sea away
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May 13, 2013
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