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i'd like to think
     that when it's raining here
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                                               ­                     the sun's out where you are
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
MRR
I won't invite death
To take my brains up on the wall
To break my bones upon the ground
Ten stories below the gaze of my feet
To bleed my veins for all they're worth
Until I've let the blues guitar
Play my woes for all the world to hear.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
MRR
Ticks
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
MRR
We live desperately
For the ticks of the
Clock's hand, but forget
That we also exist
In the spaces between.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
MRR
Even the star of our solar system
Is blocked out by mere vapors

Even the clouds
Can hide the rays of the sun
i got the messages you sent                                                                      i replied to all of them
                                                     now i'm just waiting for your reply

                                                                                                                               will you actually send one?
                                                                                                                                              i hope so
because the last thing i sent was
                             *"i love you"
is it sad                                                         
or grotesque                                                 
that i find              
your scars              
to be beautiful?                                                     

i hate that you have                         
so    m a n y of them                          
and if i could
i would go back
and love you more                                
before you hurt yourself                      
but i can't
and i'm not
the reason for them                                            
but i love your scars                                          
they're a part of you
and who you've become

and i love who you are                
scars and all                         
you're beautiful                      
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about my friends and boyfriend, you're beautiful, and i love you all
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