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Took a little walk down the empty streets Not knowing that you'll be the friend to come along with me. Picking flowers along every aisle Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet But I never knew for sure that they'd die soon, all the same. crash, clash, dash, smash Told you to stay, to not take the risk, but you still took a step-- The road has been paved with the broken glass of shattered promises. Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies Obscure imagery, my mind creates- that my eyes can never see. Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary May have picked the rubbles to reconstruct the whole, but you built a peephole instead. It could have been my first time to see, but the picture was blurred.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
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Took a little walk down the empty streets Not knowing that you'll be the friend to come along with me. Picking flowers along every aisle Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet But I never knew for sure that they'd die soon, all the same. crash, clash, dash, smash Told you to stay, to not take the risk, but you still took a step-- The road has been paved with the broken glass of shattered promises. Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies Obscure imagery, my mind creates- that my eyes can never see. Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary May have picked the rubbles to reconstruct the whole, but you built a peephole instead. It could have been my first time to see, but the picture was blurred.
The bold sentence came from a book. Originally dedicated to my beloved friend, Jerrika :) © Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
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