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Sections of hairpins starting to fall relief in the cold as your back hits the wall watching the rain as it shoots through your eyes calming the feelings of all you despise Hearing them scream while you try and curse beginning to shout louder as the bubble bursts Breathin in the dark lookin for a star finding your way as you search for the bar blind but painless, killing the light feeling the room as you grasp for the night then rolling your fingers through a revelling brain wonderin if your duvet will go insane sweating out blood from a memory of a stare calling a name, wondering if she was really ever there. Pinkpricking my iris, the beauty of the eye hearing all the words but hearing a sigh. walkin on the silence, a memory of a tune grasping the carpet in the middle of the room endlessly dancing with an invisible hold watching and falling as the cards start to fold too cheerful to fall, too strong to cheer too beautiful by far to feel this fear running from the wind when the sky begins to turn i watch as my passion begins to smoulder and burn
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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Sections of hairpins starting to fall relief in the cold as your back hits the wall watching the rain as it shoots through your eyes calming the feelings of all you despise Hearing them scream while you try and curse beginning to shout louder as the bubble bursts Breathin in the dark lookin for a star finding your way as you search for the bar blind but painless, killing the light feeling the room as you grasp for the night then rolling your fingers through a revelling brain wonderin if your duvet will go insane sweating out blood from a memory of a stare calling a name, wondering if she was really ever there. Pinkpricking my iris, the beauty of the eye hearing all the words but hearing a sigh. walkin on the silence, a memory of a tune grasping the carpet in the middle of the room endlessly dancing with an invisible hold watching and falling as the cards start to fold too cheerful to fall, too strong to cheer too beautiful by far to feel this fear running from the wind when the sky begins to turn i watch as my passion begins to smoulder and burn
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rachael-stainthorpe
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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