andrea-ellmoreWhisper

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Eyes ClosedLeave me with no choice but / to listen and wish / for your car's broken exhaust
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Mar 1, 2010
Here or ThereThe sky is dark again. / Time to embark then / on another quest to find some peace in my mind
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Mar 1, 2010
No Porch YetNo porch yet; / just green grass hills for miles, / glass skies filled to the brim
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Mar 1, 2010
PerfectionLife to pass by in / perfection and bliss has no worth / or satisfaction. Pain needs to be felt
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Mar 1, 2010
QuietIt's eerie when the quiet is so loud / you can't hear yourself think. / Silence creeps into your mind and
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Mar 1, 2010
Stand Still to the PageThe book isn’t quiet at night. / My mind tosses to turn the pages quicker, / so I might fall asleep faster.
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Mar 1, 2010
They Were Only WhispersThey were only whispers to you, ‘cause you were deaf to me.
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Mar 1, 2010
Wake and IYes it’s late again / and my muse is paying me / a visit. She snickers
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Mar 1, 2010
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