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It's when 17 feels like 70 not the wisdom not the count of teeth but the way friends passing away shrivelling body drying soul is what you feel In the cold sun at the bottom of the day I think you think I saw you there
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
17
It can't rain all the time Where will all the water go? It will rain sometimes, And you will get drenched, Drown maybe; But, The sun will shine,definitely 'cos you still breathe. And the water will ebb Slowly, Not as you wish, Swiftly, For it is in your memory, Permanently. But you will smile 'cos the sun will shine Even for you.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
It Can't Be, Everytime
I want your whispers to echo and bounce off the curves of the goosebumps you give me when you tell me you’d be lost without me. I want the ghosts of your fingertips to trace my body awake each morning, and put me to sleep each night. I want the memories of you to tiptoe around my brain, carefully.. trying not to trigger me, but every once in awhile I want you to let them creak the floorboards causing a few dishes to fall out of my memory cabinet and crash to the floor of my heart. I want you always, I want you to haunt me.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Haunted