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your hiatus from me cut off the lights and read in the dark whatever it is that you need to its clear that i distract you you get nothing done whenever im around you gabbing im itching clawing my skin getting you from under easier said than could be done comfort yet just knowing it we still read minds youre listening from hours away still though you need plugs to protect your ears because these thoughts arent quiet im screaming with the electricity firing between each synapse and it shows through where i pace soon though certain of that counting down the days when i trade combat boots for bare foot call soon or write even anything beats all this writhing and pulling out my greys i have even considered breaking poetic structure to tell you that im waiting just by the phone for your ring tone i promise to stop biting the nails to the quick just when you give me that jingle or note swear ill stop writing anxious poems stop calling you every single 3 AM cease to leave our song on loop chase out all my cars dust shave my whiskers eat every meal drink nothing bathe nightly dr. artist me im not done but ill stop
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Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
hiatus
your hiatus from me cut off the lights and read in the dark whatever it is that you need to its clear that i distract you you get nothing done whenever im around you gabbing im itching clawing my skin getting you from under easier said than could be done comfort yet just knowing it we still read minds youre listening from hours away still though you need plugs to protect your ears because these thoughts arent quiet im screaming with the electricity firing between each synapse and it shows through where i pace soon though certain of that counting down the days when i trade combat boots for bare foot call soon or write even anything beats all this writhing and pulling out my greys i have even considered breaking poetic structure to tell you that im waiting just by the phone for your ring tone i promise to stop biting the nails to the quick just when you give me that jingle or note swear ill stop writing anxious poems stop calling you every single 3 AM cease to leave our song on loop chase out all my cars dust shave my whiskers eat every meal drink nothing bathe nightly dr. artist me im not done but ill stop
im talking about her...taking breaks fool.
allan-jain-bonder
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allan-jain-bonder
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
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