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stubbed  knees and school yard loyalty when a cardboard box was a castle, under trees we played all day till the stars sung our names i looked  to you through the cut out doors traced in blue you said we can run away in suede suitcases filled with  tubes if you knew the game why did you push those needles through i always could of loved you more but how did you run  alone through our castle door hopped those speeding trains fled to abandoned planes and you filled those strangers beds just to feel that lift i was  your younger self i believed in nothing more leave the artists alone with their dreams all those hurtful days will become their masterpiece but I'm  a single wing a monarchs arm that rests on the peek of our castles farm you left me alone out here with big shoes to fill wearing my daisy dress bleached with our mothers tears i always thought you had it good you where the silhouette of my shadows dream but in the end of  this threaded world i sit on a bench filled with city birds and i look past  the cracks of our castle doors to see my loneliness apart from your beaten war.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
cardboard castle
stubbed  knees and school yard loyalty when a cardboard box was a castle, under trees we played all day till the stars sung our names i looked  to you through the cut out doors traced in blue you said we can run away in suede suitcases filled with  tubes if you knew the game why did you push those needles through i always could of loved you more but how did you run  alone through our castle door hopped those speeding trains fled to abandoned planes and you filled those strangers beds just to feel that lift i was  your younger self i believed in nothing more leave the artists alone with their dreams all those hurtful days will become their masterpiece but I'm  a single wing a monarchs arm that rests on the peek of our castles farm you left me alone out here with big shoes to fill wearing my daisy dress bleached with our mothers tears i always thought you had it good you where the silhouette of my shadows dream but in the end of  this threaded world i sit on a bench filled with city birds and i look past  the cracks of our castle doors to see my loneliness apart from your beaten war.
emerald
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
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