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Feb 2012
let everything thing you say sound unpredictable
that it is  hard to believe
and no one will ever decipher those
incomprehensable
tools of mortality


i pull out my bones to dig a new grave
In the side of the road where we used to play
Where the grass was pulled up but the roots they never gave

The scent of their blood on the air is here always
a delicate dust lies just beneath
accept that
and with  the casket leave the flashback
i want to be set free
no one can tell me
i want to be set free!

and if you've forgotten
i know you can forget your first love
forget that surprise the way you feel at sunrise
but in those eyes i cant let go

inability to focus on change
the trauma is set
trying to pledge a heart to a fugacious stone
trying to force a hand into an ephermal sound
no one wants to fade away

ive tried to capture a true change ive tried to manage pieces
obscure paths and bold statements traverse through centuries
confied in  whimsical plague
Your contagious inure
I want to bring about in you a melliflous love

Burst  forth in lands luminescent and redolent

I will give you unto the shooting stars and wasted spaces
Something that will always leave you faced with
the inability to fade away
one of opulent Petrichor
that dissolves with the clouds
Brenten Hargrove
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Brenten Hargrove
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