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There is a beat, unbeknownst to me. In my chest; yet not mine I keep it there for you, White rose Slowly wilting with your love I contemplate madness, Yet I am there, You are the road that I travel on Long gone is reason, Still Hope lays. Beautiful breaths she takes in slumber Blue eyes that match the sky And where the sea kiss. Lips on mine is the feeling behind closed eyelids. Yet here the sunset dies, I hope it is feline. Nine lives are too seldom for a sinner. Sing me your melodies, I choke on your voice. Mine no longer whispers truths for you Tell me something to get me by, For you are my everything As I would settle to be your nothing.
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Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
What Should Be; Isn't
There is a beat, unbeknownst to me. In my chest; yet not mine I keep it there for you, White rose Slowly wilting with your love I contemplate madness, Yet I am there, You are the road that I travel on Long gone is reason, Still Hope lays. Beautiful breaths she takes in slumber Blue eyes that match the sky And where the sea kiss. Lips on mine is the feeling behind closed eyelids. Yet here the sunset dies, I hope it is feline. Nine lives are too seldom for a sinner. Sing me your melodies, I choke on your voice. Mine no longer whispers truths for you Tell me something to get me by, For you are my everything As I would settle to be your nothing.
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Barbadian
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
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