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*Keeping please and thank you within the answers held far from talking eyes. Is a burst of air splashing casually from the pages of a book, waltzing into sighs. I just saw indignation standing out in a thin smile again. Emotionless laughter is at my door with another sign, still and pausing when night has entered silently my friend. On one side little boxes full of hope grow bigger as they sit. Yet, misting gently in the distance comes the morning instinctively they grow smaller then they quit. I do not know where I should be walking or if I should mention what I see. When uncertainty brings a little chill hardens this soft heart I carry here inside of me. You may hear stones from the ground drinking the truth from my hands. But not, if you still have an axe to grind stupidities pipe to smoke at your command. Listen to the cries of no, no, no breathing inside all human souls. Close your eyes and pretend you are in Disneyland burning every letter I sent you but never wrote. Your breath will come in a whispered kiss, running through your head. The poison from your mouth will empty out into all the goodbyes you meant, but never quite said.*
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Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
Burning Letters I Never Wrote
*Keeping please and thank you within the answers held far from talking eyes. Is a burst of air splashing casually from the pages of a book, waltzing into sighs. I just saw indignation standing out in a thin smile again. Emotionless laughter is at my door with another sign, still and pausing when night has entered silently my friend. On one side little boxes full of hope grow bigger as they sit. Yet, misting gently in the distance comes the morning instinctively they grow smaller then they quit. I do not know where I should be walking or if I should mention what I see. When uncertainty brings a little chill hardens this soft heart I carry here inside of me. You may hear stones from the ground drinking the truth from my hands. But not, if you still have an axe to grind stupidities pipe to smoke at your command. Listen to the cries of no, no, no breathing inside all human souls. Close your eyes and pretend you are in Disneyland burning every letter I sent you but never wrote. Your breath will come in a whispered kiss, running through your head. The poison from your mouth will empty out into all the goodbyes you meant, but never quite said.*
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neva-flores
53/F/American
Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
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