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Oct 2014
You're the hope
The only bit of it
I can see it in the blinding daylight
I can see it through gorse bushes
The only patch of green left
In the burnt out break where my heart is

And at this stage I've learned that waiting does nothing
So I wish you'd hurry up
Don't let me get caught up in the past again
I've made that mistake more times than I'd care to admit
It will destroy me eventually
It's already tried to rewire the voices in my head
convince me that I've been someone I'm not
Challenge my old fondness with silence

Yes, love is strangeΒ Β 
I have long since thought that something a lot more simple could easily take it's place
A vase filled with roughly cut flowers
or anything as peaceful
A C Leuavacant
Written by
A C Leuavacant  Paris, France
(Paris, France)   
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