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the world sits on the tips of peoples tongues one day someone might talk a little too fast and it will fall off but until then we will be content to look for it in others eyes that we might happen to see while walking down a sidewalk this is what searching for love is we all hope to catch a glimpse of the world between cracked fingers or within the echoes of thoughts we pick up from crowds but I believe the best way to find love is to wait wait on the edge of the room wait between the silences wait until the night has broken eventually you will find the world rolling across the floor with a mouth wide open and eyes shut
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
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the world sits on the tips of peoples tongues one day someone might talk a little too fast and it will fall off but until then we will be content to look for it in others eyes that we might happen to see while walking down a sidewalk this is what searching for love is we all hope to catch a glimpse of the world between cracked fingers or within the echoes of thoughts we pick up from crowds but I believe the best way to find love is to wait wait on the edge of the room wait between the silences wait until the night has broken eventually you will find the world rolling across the floor with a mouth wide open and eyes shut
I have been gone for too long
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
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