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Memories that run through my head, chasing each otherdust motes in the sunlightdistract me with the stale memories that feel so freshpop open the tab ..
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Like lazy Sunday afternoons
My body draped on the bed in a pool of sunlight,
mind wandering with the dust motes in the air.
Oh how I wish..
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Woo me-
Not with your words but with your
Presence.
The memories.
Let your hands replace them,
So when they cascade down my cur..
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connection distancelove hatehappiness painwhymust there always be a blackto the lovely shades ofwhitethe clean sheets that glowwith the morning ..
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A Story by Molly
Thirstin lived a very grey, very unexciting
life. The shirt and sweatpants of his daily uniform were both grey and
unexciting. His shabby charcoal ..
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"Ho! What play is this?" thought the king,"Where the people seem so happy, but if you look closely,they have eyes that are hollow, smiles that are str..
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Isn't it funny?The slow bump and grindthat is called dancing these days,and is the past-time for the youngwhen beer and heavy bass is involved.Isn't i..
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Surprise is the predecessor to affection and
Love..
...so frequently used
Yet rarely captured.
It seems to be more
A social statement
Of t..
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The ache.
When nothing goes as you wanted it
And the world is crushing your voice,
Your sense of self.
You feel vulnerable and alone.
Muted by t..
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