taylor-martinWhisper

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AspirationsMy notebook is running out of pages / It’s wrinkled, torn, in its final stages / I wish I’d been more thoughtful

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ChillThe life I have is a quiet one / Full of footsteps down hallways and bottlecapped streets / Waking up to a glaring winter sun

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SyrupHe said boring, safe. / He said 9 to 5, nothing brave. / Well, he’s got it in his head that he’s special, he’s a rebel

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HueThe wind is getting faster, warmer / And the trees have gone green overnight / Watch the shrinking shadows as the clouds release sunlight

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Prologue (Feud #1)I used to play with toys, making boxcars crawl / Now I play with words until footsteps sound from the hall / Come to greet me, see what's there

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Minor FallHomesick or just sick / Unsettled by the clock's tick / Thinking of posters on my wall, of furry paws in my face

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EncountersSleep well in the sun, my London love / I count the days 'til I hear your voice / You hate the way they push and shove

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PossessedI don't fancy the idea of belonging to someone / Always frowned at love songs saying "you're mine" / But on cold nights like this

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SpiritFirst Saturday night was a lonely one / My heart rate slowed and died on a ***** sofa in a ***** basement / There was a hole in the ceiling

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StasisSkipping class to sway to Sinatra / And read poetry with a romantic's heart / I reach for my own pen, inspired

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