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We graced the morning after wandering one way antique streets your pain and comfort found themselves unwrapped from all deceit. All you were and all you are From your head down to your feet called to me through rising dawn stung with personal defeat. And I wished that you would smile, I prayed that you would laugh sans misery or grief, The way you did as we once wandered antique one way streets. And I know you seek redemption. with an eye locked on belief, And you know I love the way you looked When the sunset kissed your cheeks. I was silenced by beauty then, my words were obsolete the poets purpose put away down antique one way streets. I cannot write like Cohen Or Cave, Blake or Swift but all your inner knowings held me in the heat and all I ever wanted is to never feel defeat. But this I'll know, and this I'll want till time starts to retreat. If I could take away your pain as I know you know my grief; I would hold you as I did that day down antique one way streets.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
One Way Antique Streets
We graced the morning after wandering one way antique streets your pain and comfort found themselves unwrapped from all deceit. All you were and all you are From your head down to your feet called to me through rising dawn stung with personal defeat. And I wished that you would smile, I prayed that you would laugh sans misery or grief, The way you did as we once wandered antique one way streets. And I know you seek redemption. with an eye locked on belief, And you know I love the way you looked When the sunset kissed your cheeks. I was silenced by beauty then, my words were obsolete the poets purpose put away down antique one way streets. I cannot write like Cohen Or Cave, Blake or Swift but all your inner knowings held me in the heat and all I ever wanted is to never feel defeat. But this I'll know, and this I'll want till time starts to retreat. If I could take away your pain as I know you know my grief; I would hold you as I did that day down antique one way streets.
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lysander-gray
Australian
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
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