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Cool crater cascading down This waterfall of hopeful infamy. I wait for the red light to turn green, Thinking of routine in a seven day order. First thought. Best thought. Love from her couldn't be bought. A train. A lie. The sun burns and yet was never taught. An apple in her eye behind light blue spectacles. She wishes for mediocre praise. A laugh. A sigh. A sip of wine. Forgotten. Brooklyn based never granted grace. And though I tell myself the grass is brighter, Green, lusher, plusher, holier on the other side, I know that it is not. The lies we tell ourselves to keep on living. Everything eventually stinks. Everything can burn. Everything must age. Everything has its Beginning Middle And End.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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Cool crater cascading down This waterfall of hopeful infamy. I wait for the red light to turn green, Thinking of routine in a seven day order. First thought. Best thought. Love from her couldn't be bought. A train. A lie. The sun burns and yet was never taught. An apple in her eye behind light blue spectacles. She wishes for mediocre praise. A laugh. A sigh. A sip of wine. Forgotten. Brooklyn based never granted grace. And though I tell myself the grass is brighter, Green, lusher, plusher, holier on the other side, I know that it is not. The lies we tell ourselves to keep on living. Everything eventually stinks. Everything can burn. Everything must age. Everything has its Beginning Middle And End.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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