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Mar 2011
Distance paints shadows into my aura,
and these hours are my prison bars.
With darkness invading every corner,
and my heart hanging from your star.
Your face is painted on my lids,
Your voice is the music in my head.
And though the sky lights up in blue,
My every moment colored red...
When the night sweeps in and carries me,
I meet with you inside my dreams,
but I wake up and reach out for you.
and nothing is ever as it seems.
a broken heart stands alone,
A bed for one, not for two,
And this empty air that I will breath,
Reminds me that I'm not there with you...
Tiffany Bourlet
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