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It's the last time... I'll shame myself, this skin will never drink again.... my lips will tumble, escaping from the ..

I've... pushed the last month or so off my cheek, I've never seen October leave a mark maybe it's mascara this time..

I'm going to forget her... Blow her off my palm, dandelion seeds to the wind, she'll travel places I've never been, she'll smile..

www.youtube.com/watch Broken... egg shells and fingernails, there's nothing I can do to make this beautiful, and did I mentio..

He suffocated me, my eyes bulged... tears and pleading and my hands were stuck on the front door, I wondered ..

He was breathing... I listened, legs crossed and, captured somewhere between bruised knees and twisted ankles, was the intimacy ..

God, I remember her voice, she knew... how to wrap her fingers so eloquently around my curls, and years spun like gold throu..

I believe it was on Tuesday, when the Florida breezes questioned your whereabouts, my daughter had her hand wrapped tightly aro..

Thirty minutes later. Two a.m. and I'm still here, I haven't forgotten...... Thirty minutes, tears are racing, c..

He's smiling again... he broke the world in half and laughter trails down his chin, I wondered... in between the sa..