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how is it that you enter my life and then without looking in my direction no heed nor warning seasons pass ice falls and the sun prevails our sensitive eyes but we know of the departure and we know of the return how is it that you can leave within the twitch of my hand and I can wait decades and decades for a return that will never happen until the sudden twitch and I turn to dust and I my soul finds its place underneath the livings feet hidden deep in the earth until our time comes so many of you have left and it was always so unexpected life and all it is shorter than my words how moments pass so undetected and I am frail when I find acceptance hard to manage when I think of the love and how its now hidden under so many different surfaces in a different world blood runs thing and pain creeps at the thought of loved ones who have passed most of us humans have someone whom at one second of the day thoughts retreat to needles flow in your veins rather than blood life comes and goes in sublime sharp ways
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
rest your eyes
how is it that you enter my life and then without looking in my direction no heed nor warning seasons pass ice falls and the sun prevails our sensitive eyes but we know of the departure and we know of the return how is it that you can leave within the twitch of my hand and I can wait decades and decades for a return that will never happen until the sudden twitch and I turn to dust and I my soul finds its place underneath the livings feet hidden deep in the earth until our time comes so many of you have left and it was always so unexpected life and all it is shorter than my words how moments pass so undetected and I am frail when I find acceptance hard to manage when I think of the love and how its now hidden under so many different surfaces in a different world blood runs thing and pain creeps at the thought of loved ones who have passed most of us humans have someone whom at one second of the day thoughts retreat to needles flow in your veins rather than blood life comes and goes in sublime sharp ways
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
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