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Lilies bloom in the shade of broken teeth and crooked smiles A life spent between blaring plastic headphones Smiles like cheap neon and artificial camera flash Capturing a moment, destroyed like hummingbird heartbeats Synchronized silence worldwide, a breath exhaled Musical stones rushing back to oceans beckoning Rushing in sand and salt water, forgotten noise Her smile broke me My smile gave the lie away From the heartburn and ***** came solitude Half finished bottles of ***** on the floor And smiles exclusive to inebriation I dreamed of your touch But coldness prevailed I sacrifice my heart to sunflowers Dead words whispered Dead words hanging from stalks in the field Crooked backs and dull tools Stories of my fathers, and those before Dead men with echos like thunder Crushed aluminum cans on the floor My secret sickness, a breath of cancer exhaled Ashes like snowflakes on my worn boots Words like blue tears crumpled on stiff paper And we die for our words And our words will die with us
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
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Lilies bloom in the shade of broken teeth and crooked smiles A life spent between blaring plastic headphones Smiles like cheap neon and artificial camera flash Capturing a moment, destroyed like hummingbird heartbeats Synchronized silence worldwide, a breath exhaled Musical stones rushing back to oceans beckoning Rushing in sand and salt water, forgotten noise Her smile broke me My smile gave the lie away From the heartburn and ***** came solitude Half finished bottles of ***** on the floor And smiles exclusive to inebriation I dreamed of your touch But coldness prevailed I sacrifice my heart to sunflowers Dead words whispered Dead words hanging from stalks in the field Crooked backs and dull tools Stories of my fathers, and those before Dead men with echos like thunder Crushed aluminum cans on the floor My secret sickness, a breath of cancer exhaled Ashes like snowflakes on my worn boots Words like blue tears crumpled on stiff paper And we die for our words And our words will die with us
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
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