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Spring Break

My feet leave imprints in sand

as impressionable as the faces

I willingly glance,

they are much too divided

as my parents were,

after an unsatisfying chance.

Who's to say that we too,

can't fake romance?

 

Notes written from

a boy in the clouds,

fire at his back

and friends at his side.

Is there anything

that can't be tested?

 

Shy away from fickle hearts they say,

and leave the ******** where

they belong,

don't stop pouring drinks

and singing the same **** songs.

Keep testing the others

to see if I’ll ever be strong.

Who's to say that I too,

can’t fake all wrong?

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Mar 8, 2010
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