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I awoke to that **** ebony canvas of the early hours Vomiting clichés Your scent still lingers on the indent you left upon the pillow case Sweetheart, keep you ******* flowers The past was pancakes and melodies in the brighter days of adoration Screaming lullabies Your syllables echo restlessly in my reckless hours The future is lonely brunch tables and bar stool exchanges of love’s nuances Delegating responsibilities I wandered the avenues we used to adore honoring myself a ghostly power Our shadows shiver in the abandonment of promises Slashing daisies We would chain smoke at a bus stop adorned in designer winter coats We were above the concept of invocations and starlight *********** wisdom Tired feet never reached the peaceful landing of the eastern coast Letters splitting and spilling over supplication and maybes Accosting rivers
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
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I awoke to that **** ebony canvas of the early hours Vomiting clichés Your scent still lingers on the indent you left upon the pillow case Sweetheart, keep you ******* flowers The past was pancakes and melodies in the brighter days of adoration Screaming lullabies Your syllables echo restlessly in my reckless hours The future is lonely brunch tables and bar stool exchanges of love’s nuances Delegating responsibilities I wandered the avenues we used to adore honoring myself a ghostly power Our shadows shiver in the abandonment of promises Slashing daisies We would chain smoke at a bus stop adorned in designer winter coats We were above the concept of invocations and starlight *********** wisdom Tired feet never reached the peaceful landing of the eastern coast Letters splitting and spilling over supplication and maybes Accosting rivers
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
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