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Hugs are a measurement.When light passes thru a glass, the light is bent. / When truth passes a liars mouth reality is stretched. / Are you always heart-broken or just broken?
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You don't need a head start"I'll race you to our death", read the epitaph. / Every reader was a loser. / ...
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TEARSFROMTHEMOONthere was once a place in the sun with your name by the windowsill. / it was on the freaking sun and you still complained it was cold. / it was all i could do but pace around wondering what was wrong with you.
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555Baby, my hearts been breaking. / I'm here writing from a room. / its dark here, and the little light there is, is harsh.
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Apartment 45Outside of Apartment 45 i wandered thru the beautiful landscape. I found a notebook with only one page. Inside I found some writing: / A flower rose all alone in the world, where a spotlight cast on a stretch of green grass. / Some say it was afraid, but flowers must rise and leaves must fall. Bumble bees fight
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