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these are the same keys you taught my fingers to love still the same deities changing channels on their tvs cause our team never hits home runs the cliffs so sheer that the caverns look like dew drops, beginning to simmer in the morning sun giving the atmosphere a breath of fresh air when it is done the night sky drops a shower of ice pops down onto your ancient mountaintops, the same ones you told me i would love if we didn't go careening down a wrong turn. keep a cheshire smile fading in your jacket pocket and bring me up, i'll bring you a peace of the atmosphere, we'll watch the colors run away from the sun sweet mint chip against hungry lips, smile as the milky sugar runs down clean t-shirts can expect the worst in this race for last place the city sleeps beyond my windowsill i am a crippled ballerina, dancing a frustrated, slow pace time bides itself and i smile in imaginary landscapes painted by masters living like a story inside me like a flower i open to the world, dispose of the plaster cast dream to dare me, i will jump, and my arms unfold spirit feathers that tickle the air as i am flying
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
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these are the same keys you taught my fingers to love still the same deities changing channels on their tvs cause our team never hits home runs the cliffs so sheer that the caverns look like dew drops, beginning to simmer in the morning sun giving the atmosphere a breath of fresh air when it is done the night sky drops a shower of ice pops down onto your ancient mountaintops, the same ones you told me i would love if we didn't go careening down a wrong turn. keep a cheshire smile fading in your jacket pocket and bring me up, i'll bring you a peace of the atmosphere, we'll watch the colors run away from the sun sweet mint chip against hungry lips, smile as the milky sugar runs down clean t-shirts can expect the worst in this race for last place the city sleeps beyond my windowsill i am a crippled ballerina, dancing a frustrated, slow pace time bides itself and i smile in imaginary landscapes painted by masters living like a story inside me like a flower i open to the world, dispose of the plaster cast dream to dare me, i will jump, and my arms unfold spirit feathers that tickle the air as i am flying
written 01/18/2010
EnigmaCentauri
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
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