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Hugs, kisses, conventional small talk,
and the little essences of mutual respect
will not bring back the likes of the dead
but it can start the long, slow healing process,
all we can pray for is a little peace in this world
and all we can hope for is a little bit of love....
Your kiss is like a hurricane
sending my mind into a absolute frenzy....
Gazing at the cracks of my shattered mirror
reflects the echos that haunt my tortured soul....
Slicing the seams of my overstuffed heart
and bleeding out meaningless love.....
Bullets bouncing off of wet concrete
still hot to the touch....

Outside my window, a sea of blood
millions upon millions of pictures plastered over television screens

Outside my window, bodies laid bare....
white eyes and frozen skin....

Stain glass window, one hundred million faces
outside my stain glass window....
Sometimes I feel that we move too fast and don't have a chance to cherish the little things like rainbows, sunsets, little picnics and dates, etc, we should just slow down and admire what we have before it's gone....
With practice comes perfection
but no one is perfect, so keep practicing....
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