miranda-santoroWhisper

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1'tis a shame! / said the bird / to the bedridden beast,
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Sep 16, 2012
2If only time could stop; / The shadow would walk, / Balance along the lines
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Sep 25, 2012
23*It's four in the morning / And I can't sleep. / You're laying next to me,
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Jul 24, 2013
3Cinder stones, etched in black, / Erase away my memory. / I climbed a tower, pointed back,
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Oct 22, 2012
35*I asked God today if I was a terrible person. / I think he answered yes. / I got a call a few hours later-
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Feb 15, 2013
4Everything is real, / But everything is false. / The contents of the cut-up hourglass
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Oct 22, 2012
5Tangible is the man, standing. / Labored are the breaths, laying- / Veins paint withered hands blue.
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Nov 12, 2012
6What is man but brilliance, / Resting upon fingertips, / Painted and sewn into the fabric
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Nov 13, 2012
7*O, insanity, / Beautiful calamity, / What fine lines etched thin.
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Dec 6, 2012
8*She was dead before she was born. / What a cold heart, / She's never warm.
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Jan 9, 2013
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