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This obsession, with the regression-                                          Well I'd never lean my lessons faster than                                     The tide swaying my bones in a bottle                              Out to the jetti where the jaded rocks crashed me                     I became seaglass, a smoothed over mass that                                  Taught me, nothing,                                              Taught me,nothing-                                               And dried salt sprayed our eyes                                                    Liquified voices,called our names                                                                  Countless times;                                                     A doubt to follow our old ways                                           A risen flame, just brushing the lions mane                                              Oh sweet, silly things, much bigger                                        Than I can see,you right infrount of                                    Where I need to be—                               "Where do I need to be?"                        I tried every road, the breaks failed me                  The careless casualties                        Taught me nothing,                        Taught me nothing.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
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This obsession, with the regression-                                          Well I'd never lean my lessons faster than                                     The tide swaying my bones in a bottle                              Out to the jetti where the jaded rocks crashed me                     I became seaglass, a smoothed over mass that                                  Taught me, nothing,                                              Taught me,nothing-                                               And dried salt sprayed our eyes                                                    Liquified voices,called our names                                                                  Countless times;                                                     A doubt to follow our old ways                                           A risen flame, just brushing the lions mane                                              Oh sweet, silly things, much bigger                                        Than I can see,you right infrount of                                    Where I need to be—                               "Where do I need to be?"                        I tried every road, the breaks failed me                  The careless casualties                        Taught me nothing,                        Taught me nothing.
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kristen-zarrelli
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
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