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i can't talk too loud i think my whispers are stolen too often by those who have no clear thoughts of their own i'm not paranoid just used to it, these things they came true long ago. Thoughts swirling around and above my head i look up only to see nothing but words i can't reach them there's too many the air is a maze and its too loud for me to get through. Everywhere is the slightest bit of air you pushed out i thought i could catch it i thought i could breathe it i was wrong i was naieve in my ideas about you. Never thought something like this could hold me wrap me up in tight bonds of love hold my hands by the ceiling my body left to be devoured by you and your hands and i am consumed by a spark glowing in the dark a thousand miles away. You sit me down and i am on fire i am not able to see my self again by the light the morning light the night, the night and i break inside, down and its closer than i have ever broken before and we sit here stillness in the silence and **** green lollipops.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Green lollipops
i can't talk too loud i think my whispers are stolen too often by those who have no clear thoughts of their own i'm not paranoid just used to it, these things they came true long ago. Thoughts swirling around and above my head i look up only to see nothing but words i can't reach them there's too many the air is a maze and its too loud for me to get through. Everywhere is the slightest bit of air you pushed out i thought i could catch it i thought i could breathe it i was wrong i was naieve in my ideas about you. Never thought something like this could hold me wrap me up in tight bonds of love hold my hands by the ceiling my body left to be devoured by you and your hands and i am consumed by a spark glowing in the dark a thousand miles away. You sit me down and i am on fire i am not able to see my self again by the light the morning light the night, the night and i break inside, down and its closer than i have ever broken before and we sit here stillness in the silence and **** green lollipops.
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rachael-stainthorpe
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
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