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No matter how long I walk in meadows, I will always have to lie down with my thoughts I will always end up with the Signs that paint the world too big And time too short And life more complicated than it is Last summer was more like spring and this summer felt like a desert all that grew after the storm has been burned and charred and swept away on the wind I told a lie to the ship that took me away Because I knew I would not come back The easiest way to not be here Is to leave In that photograph Things aren’t the same as real life This is how my eyes work Washing colors down the drain Before they reach me As a child I swore that I would never lose my innocence This mind still remembers her facts and her memories but she is gone Like a dead girl I have a mark on my soul that is more like a scar There is nothing in me to give
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
Like a Dead Girl, a Marked Woman
No matter how long I walk in meadows, I will always have to lie down with my thoughts I will always end up with the Signs that paint the world too big And time too short And life more complicated than it is Last summer was more like spring and this summer felt like a desert all that grew after the storm has been burned and charred and swept away on the wind I told a lie to the ship that took me away Because I knew I would not come back The easiest way to not be here Is to leave In that photograph Things aren’t the same as real life This is how my eyes work Washing colors down the drain Before they reach me As a child I swore that I would never lose my innocence This mind still remembers her facts and her memories but she is gone Like a dead girl I have a mark on my soul that is more like a scar There is nothing in me to give
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kat-miller
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
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