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I want the big tone
One enough to cover me
In bright, cozy sounds
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Tears can be rose pedals
Like sweat from the hearts toil
More than autumn’s chill
To dull the edge from winter
In ever..
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She is a kiss
A milky dream
A sliding phantom
Through my mind
She is a touch
Coursing into me
Living in my veins
Sittin..
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Tears can be rose pedals
Like sweat from the hearts toil
More than autumn’s chill
To dull the edge from winter
In ever..
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Dreams reside, lingering selfish in my head
And sweet images leave fragrance upon a dusty bed
A reckless creature besieged a h..
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Listen to the silence, it thrashes
Rattling away with a dull drum beat
And there it is buried
Deep inside my head
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I breathe; it tastes like dust and sweat
I pull it in my lungs as cigarette smoke
Accented, the taste of whiskey rolls..
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I love this time of year. When spring, which was sorely missed, begins to come fully awake and is just barely laying its delicate hand across the la..
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My knuckles have already gone white with the strain. I’m hanging onto the roof of a car and both front windows are rolled down, giving me a plac..
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She says, “I’m sorry,” but I don’t care. It’s neither the time nor the place for such an apology. At the moment, I&rsq..
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