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They poked at the same words, with the same sounds
even though to each of them,
those same words meant something different.
This caused great con..
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the times and seasons are just so
lessons learned and begging to be tied
with the right one
the only one
in my sight,words that sang ..
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you
came to me during this unscheduled pace
unexpectedly,
where reasons slow and whisper please
it
was again as before
you
a..
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the answer to the question remainsuntouchedforgotten,rolled inside some distant and faded memorylayers upon layers fill in.fragments and pieces that n..
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it's haunting my every reflection and dreamsilently surrounding without tearsalways there,why can't I forgetthat door, pressed but not openedwondering..
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there were three of usme and heand another,facelessnamelessand yet,her presence was silently obvioustraces of her cheap perfume in our carlipstick sta..
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there were two of us as I rememberout on that scraggly limbcounting down deliberately,as precious moments tiptoed byand we?laughed as we usually didsc..
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The more things change, the more they stay the same
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I am here beside this onion fieldpeeling back layers I see and feelno one knows and yet, everyone bleedsa length and width and sense of needhe sat the..
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I wanted this to lastlate night talks, laughter till noonthe fascinating sense of time standing stillwhenever we appearedI need to rememberyou.for the..
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