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One can care, but takes two to share. The price of admission is always ...due, ya know? "The Price Of Admission..." I never hear you you wait out of hearing... out of - having. ...And the tears - so pale, quiet and frail, and my fingertips just trace so softly and lightly... and each nail edges and slides - my heart ...our 'time. .......... *crying... - just beyond my reach out of living... - everything I can only dream - having. so - flavor my world -- silly-sad, ...dark and empty... -- that Cheshire grin held within finds your cheek, your life ...our 'time.* .......... I never hear you ...crying... you wait - just beyond my reach out of hearing... out of living... out of - every thing I can only dream - having. ...And the tears ...so - flavor my world - so pale, quiet and frail, -- silly-sad, ...dark and empty... and my fingertips just trace that Cheshire grin so softly and lightly... held within and each nail edges and slides - finds your cheek, my heart - your life ...our 'time. IS the price of our admission... Chris
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
"The Price Of Admission..."
One can care, but takes two to share. The price of admission is always ...due, ya know? "The Price Of Admission..." I never hear you you wait out of hearing... out of - having. ...And the tears - so pale, quiet and frail, and my fingertips just trace so softly and lightly... and each nail edges and slides - my heart ...our 'time. .......... *crying... - just beyond my reach out of living... - everything I can only dream - having. so - flavor my world -- silly-sad, ...dark and empty... -- that Cheshire grin held within finds your cheek, your life ...our 'time.* .......... I never hear you ...crying... you wait - just beyond my reach out of hearing... out of living... out of - every thing I can only dream - having. ...And the tears ...so - flavor my world - so pale, quiet and frail, -- silly-sad, ...dark and empty... and my fingertips just trace that Cheshire grin so softly and lightly... held within and each nail edges and slides - finds your cheek, my heart - your life ...our 'time. IS the price of our admission... Chris
Part of the Chapbook "The Echoes Of Thunders Feel free to comment as you want
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
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