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anndersen-fremin
anndersen-fremin
American musician, poet, writer, pianist, songwriter,
they love the symptom hate the cause open the windows close all the doors lock up your heart strings drive yourself insane what is the point in having a brain when its easier to look away? Wake up in the middle of the night darkness is easy if you don't know the light The intelligent are in their graves where they themselves laid sadness kills them before age
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Cause
paint myself on your skin and then wash it away how could I not love you?
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
You let me
Upon a crime there was a thief who stole everything that touched his hands He stole his name from the lips of his mother and his great from the hole in his chest and then he stole away to an unmade bed He stole his words then his religion then he took what he could from oblivion while watching the cars pass the only intersection in town
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Once
Loudest are the silent mouths that do not protest with Voices but in their nothingness their lack of agreement their eyes like gates taking in your lies but guarded so you may not reach their hearts
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Loudest
When thin people hug there are sometimes bones and angles but other times there are notches that fit together perfectly like we've been waiting for it our whole lives
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Thin Hug
Don't think for one moment that I don't hear you painting me your own colors without one thought as to how I might paint myself
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
paint
Loud and Vain Silence and Pain burn it out or up we're all here pretending to be winning imagining its for us the world is spinning maybe it is today
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
For Us
We all fight to be heard with our volume turned into brandished swords silver blades made of words and vibration our murdered time dragged around the court of our conversations before being stuffed into our personal coffers as other people try to buy more time it's easier to be reborn when you are dying its easier to leave when you know it will all be taken away
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Fight
I want to stay up all night we'll watch the radio and hear the things that never see the light
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Radio
Better pack well another infection called bitterness is spreading into hearts How many rose from the earth clay monsters clay men to be empty or a single thing rattling around a tin chest? not one
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Tin Chest