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the crickets have arthritis so we're stuck here in silence. no melody to lead us to our way no morning song to wake up the day. so the sun sleeps in for the first time in weeks and i wake up to darkness resting on my cheek. i untangle myself from under this blanket i turn to you and smile a soft whisper lost a cry that didn't make it. restless eyes fight  the stupor through this obscure enigma. my mind’s overwhelmed   my heart in a coma, I’m trying to sort myself out gather my words when a kiss, simplest of sparks turns into kinetic chaos launched to the basement of my heart. you stroke my face, a hidden tear you smudge i open my mouth to speak but you’re too quick to judge. so i bite my lip and   lie next to you in silence, moonbeams highlighting the empty space inside us inside me. all because crickets have arthritis.
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Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
The Crickets Have Arthritis
the crickets have arthritis so we're stuck here in silence. no melody to lead us to our way no morning song to wake up the day. so the sun sleeps in for the first time in weeks and i wake up to darkness resting on my cheek. i untangle myself from under this blanket i turn to you and smile a soft whisper lost a cry that didn't make it. restless eyes fight  the stupor through this obscure enigma. my mind’s overwhelmed   my heart in a coma, I’m trying to sort myself out gather my words when a kiss, simplest of sparks turns into kinetic chaos launched to the basement of my heart. you stroke my face, a hidden tear you smudge i open my mouth to speak but you’re too quick to judge. so i bite my lip and   lie next to you in silence, moonbeams highlighting the empty space inside us inside me. all because crickets have arthritis.
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viktoria
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Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
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