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Selfish fluidity smells Of silence on the tip Of our tongues when it comes to Parting ways We are so young now Weather blows outside Of our window as the thoughts Of penetrating experience come At us like the sideways rain We were so young then Telling one another That these places were Meant only for us and that The food tastes so fine as does The wine Solely and only for us We acted so young then And in the heat of our sheets Our bodies sweat from deception Intentions benched loyal to A creation we stumbled upon; Like gold in a miner's pan We fought so much then Nothing will make the difference now We have gone too far down the road Clothing spread out like bodies of the dead Snow fallen on the hills with the trees Naked in the winter wind We never danced so much then Levels of breaking points Weary tired bodies of bent joints Eyes keen on seeing every difference Too much too little and not enough A story with an ending like All the rest We tried so hard then A new person in the day Lively energetic caring generous Lo' the next day comes to be filled with Malice destruction chaos and disdain Two sides to every coin Two sides to every man Two sides to everything We were far apart but Together then
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 3:22 AM UTC
Up Until Nothing
Selfish fluidity smells Of silence on the tip Of our tongues when it comes to Parting ways We are so young now Weather blows outside Of our window as the thoughts Of penetrating experience come At us like the sideways rain We were so young then Telling one another That these places were Meant only for us and that The food tastes so fine as does The wine Solely and only for us We acted so young then And in the heat of our sheets Our bodies sweat from deception Intentions benched loyal to A creation we stumbled upon; Like gold in a miner's pan We fought so much then Nothing will make the difference now We have gone too far down the road Clothing spread out like bodies of the dead Snow fallen on the hills with the trees Naked in the winter wind We never danced so much then Levels of breaking points Weary tired bodies of bent joints Eyes keen on seeing every difference Too much too little and not enough A story with an ending like All the rest We tried so hard then A new person in the day Lively energetic caring generous Lo' the next day comes to be filled with Malice destruction chaos and disdain Two sides to every coin Two sides to every man Two sides to everything We were far apart but Together then
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ashby-brown
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 3:22 AM UTC
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