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I wade into tidal waves, my hands full of dandelions humbled by the sun choked up over comets I’ve given up on sunsets you are a supernova clad only in my bed sheets I make a wish every time your chest falls ****** lungs full of anxiety My mouth tastes like an ashtray filled with the buts of things i forgot to say washed down by things i wish i hadn't Still tripping over shoe laces, I search for poetry in *** holes. Forgiveness in pillowcases my eyes have trouble resting these days So, why aren't we dancing? Following the rhythm of our mismatched heartbeats I clumsily waltz through misleading conversations
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Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:01 AM UTC
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I wade into tidal waves, my hands full of dandelions humbled by the sun choked up over comets I’ve given up on sunsets you are a supernova clad only in my bed sheets I make a wish every time your chest falls ****** lungs full of anxiety My mouth tastes like an ashtray filled with the buts of things i forgot to say washed down by things i wish i hadn't Still tripping over shoe laces, I search for poetry in *** holes. Forgiveness in pillowcases my eyes have trouble resting these days So, why aren't we dancing? Following the rhythm of our mismatched heartbeats I clumsily waltz through misleading conversations
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Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:01 AM UTC
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