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The beat of the wings laced with dusty memories haunting me as I lay in the swords of grass as the grey puffs in the sky release their wet bombs onto me The trees sway with mimicked exhaustion the sky groans with an empathetic pain and then flashes the light at the end of the tunnel the sky extinguishes the fire in my heart You can’t see me there anymore, don’t waste your time all that’s left is the echo in the trees and the scorch mark of my heart.
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Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Scorch
The beat of the wings laced with dusty memories haunting me as I lay in the swords of grass as the grey puffs in the sky release their wet bombs onto me The trees sway with mimicked exhaustion the sky groans with an empathetic pain and then flashes the light at the end of the tunnel the sky extinguishes the fire in my heart You can’t see me there anymore, don’t waste your time all that’s left is the echo in the trees and the scorch mark of my heart.
morgan-percy
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Canadian
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
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