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Aug 2013
words
be
tter
soft
   and not sorry
non apologetic
shivers

warm skin hot candles
back t
o
the
good
stuff(like you)
never,
really
ever

would if i could
would you
remember me
if you
could
would you
remember who
i
actually
wanted to
be

never,
really
tumbling towers
toppling over
copying
words  again

and all this to be meaningless
perhaps
i'm a dying art
(put your mind into it)
naturally curious
about me
and my
dying slipping art

nothing ever works
Sigh
Sayer
Written by
Sayer
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   marina and Miranda Renea
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