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Watching hills roam While my thoughts do the same There's a gentle arm about my back I never thought we would change Caught by a cornea's Shackling stare Peer through the rim Between blurry and clear It's the only way To shred these strings That smile was fake It told me it's self But the flower in that hair Makes me thankful for grace Songs from the heart Were afraid to come out Now joy is their freedom Despite all the pain Pause... Please... Teach me how to endure Love... Weave... I want no other pattern but yours You sit close and parallel Pages apart From threefold confusion Confounding your heart She's in the corner Making desperate rhymes I would sit down beside her And finish her lines
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Longings from a Distance
Watching hills roam While my thoughts do the same There's a gentle arm about my back I never thought we would change Caught by a cornea's Shackling stare Peer through the rim Between blurry and clear It's the only way To shred these strings That smile was fake It told me it's self But the flower in that hair Makes me thankful for grace Songs from the heart Were afraid to come out Now joy is their freedom Despite all the pain Pause... Please... Teach me how to endure Love... Weave... I want no other pattern but yours You sit close and parallel Pages apart From threefold confusion Confounding your heart She's in the corner Making desperate rhymes I would sit down beside her And finish her lines
March 14, 2014
alex-patterson
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alex-patterson
Canadian
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
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