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I be smile sick And tired as books But I be pondering on a snow-less starfire freezing burning then turning not changing but searching. I be the speckled lights of morning bright Eyes be pins on skin like needle. Thoughts be fickle and love be feeble I be writing skies then erasing I be life             worth screaming.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
Smile Sick
I be smile sick And tired as books But I be pondering on a snow-less starfire freezing burning then turning not changing but searching. I be the speckled lights of morning bright Eyes be pins on skin like needle. Thoughts be fickle and love be feeble I be writing skies then erasing I be life             worth screaming.
conor-oleary
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
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