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Still as blank pages and a pencil My mind runs like icicles Drips splat the cold concrete of my heart Beating beating A broken clock As she sways in the warm summer night On the height of my long cold mirage

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chaz-moore

North Hollywood, CA

For You?

Written by

chaz-moore

North Hollywood, CA

Published: May 5, 2015
LinesWords: 741

Tags: #love #broken #relationships #clock #she #numb #heartache #mirage #as #sways

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