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i used to write poetry about not talking to you for the weekend, how the words bottled up inside an hourglass the seemed to stand still *now time flies and weeks pass while you forget me* i used to write poetry about sleeping through sunshine so i could stay up with the stars worshipping you *now the moon rises and i fall asleep in an empty bed* i used to write poetry about star trek and bad *** with words that rhyme with **** just to make you laugh *now times have changed and the metaphors aren't funny* i used to write poetry about the beautiful, twisted mystery that you were to all of the world except for me *now the pages are blank and i don't know you at all anymore*
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
i used to write poetry
i used to write poetry about not talking to you for the weekend, how the words bottled up inside an hourglass the seemed to stand still *now time flies and weeks pass while you forget me* i used to write poetry about sleeping through sunshine so i could stay up with the stars worshipping you *now the moon rises and i fall asleep in an empty bed* i used to write poetry about star trek and bad *** with words that rhyme with **** just to make you laugh *now times have changed and the metaphors aren't funny* i used to write poetry about the beautiful, twisted mystery that you were to all of the world except for me *now the pages are blank and i don't know you at all anymore*
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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