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some days are empty some days so full i have become a sieve filtering residual love i get filled up with beauty but the joy passes so soon am left with memories clinging on the perforations of my soul wish i was impervious or how i wish i was open holding back or letting go is such a heavy burden
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Sieve
some days are empty some days so full i have become a sieve filtering residual love i get filled up with beauty but the joy passes so soon am left with memories clinging on the perforations of my soul wish i was impervious or how i wish i was open holding back or letting go is such a heavy burden
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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