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It's no longer snowing, but dandelions float dead through the air, landing on the wet soil soul I keep while my skin is crunching deep. I have no one to sing about. Feel I have no one to sing about. I want someone to sing about after you. You don't deserve this. Memories of faces flushed and close play on the wall. I'm thinking of all I could say, But the projector clicks and strains from jamming in my head- It's driving me insane. And though I tried to stop I lost my reason With you and the changing season. I can't remember your smell, still, I bloodied my fingernails to dig you from my skin. I have no one to sing about. Feel I have no one to sing about. I want someone to sing about after you. You don't deserve this.
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Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
Dandelions
It's no longer snowing, but dandelions float dead through the air, landing on the wet soil soul I keep while my skin is crunching deep. I have no one to sing about. Feel I have no one to sing about. I want someone to sing about after you. You don't deserve this. Memories of faces flushed and close play on the wall. I'm thinking of all I could say, But the projector clicks and strains from jamming in my head- It's driving me insane. And though I tried to stop I lost my reason With you and the changing season. I can't remember your smell, still, I bloodied my fingernails to dig you from my skin. I have no one to sing about. Feel I have no one to sing about. I want someone to sing about after you. You don't deserve this.
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Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
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