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I have a persistent existence there are echoes in his shadowed clouds thunder and rain drops falling from the sky he says he loves me but I dare not ask why I share my dreams so detailed it seems they're made up things he has seen me lie so I tell the truth until it echoes    e c h  o   e   s like how my eyelids open to the sound of thunder to the sounds of my mistakes he shakes the wake of my existence holds no pride in his resistance teaches me to be true in all that I do even when staying up late nights I explain to him what it is I write regretting nothing forgiving fights the words mean more than nothing because the confusion of our illusions that we can't believe in drop like rain they drop like rain singing pain in the untold thoughts that mean more than the washed up shore that had tidal waves (untold graves)   seashells sea ringing (the hells are singing) so don't stop bringing your music, your art the love we have not yet torn apart keep playing keep singing love bringing your heart creates art
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
nectarines and willow trees
I have a persistent existence there are echoes in his shadowed clouds thunder and rain drops falling from the sky he says he loves me but I dare not ask why I share my dreams so detailed it seems they're made up things he has seen me lie so I tell the truth until it echoes    e c h  o   e   s like how my eyelids open to the sound of thunder to the sounds of my mistakes he shakes the wake of my existence holds no pride in his resistance teaches me to be true in all that I do even when staying up late nights I explain to him what it is I write regretting nothing forgiving fights the words mean more than nothing because the confusion of our illusions that we can't believe in drop like rain they drop like rain singing pain in the untold thoughts that mean more than the washed up shore that had tidal waves (untold graves)   seashells sea ringing (the hells are singing) so don't stop bringing your music, your art the love we have not yet torn apart keep playing keep singing love bringing your heart creates art
thank you.
pen-lux
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pen-lux
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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