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mute melody expressive tones, your eyes are music i am tone deaf but still feel the magic in your philosophical gaze a..

the second recess we had such perfect chemistry, but the math was off by years my adolescent tongue lost its English speaking..

small town hearts taken over by corporate i still find your memory a palpable entity a continuity in an interrupted love life,..

years too late from years too soon a new roof won't compensate for leaks of you i have felt in my eyes since we walked out ..

meteorological questions tattered compromises aged, weathered pockets of clouds your face, the blue sky among them but yo..

the purge i'm a bulimic heart when i dine on love, part of me heaves it right out of my system don't want the w..

the water isn't the only blue reflection salty sandman ships of dreams ashore in ruins, the sailor full speed ahead ster..

Strewn Longings Orlando bloomed, not acting, true mating, feeling in sync with the music, they dance..

billions of heartbeats later pterodactyl wings dinosaur disdain, still felt like you were some kind of prehistoric love ..

on a small table in the back of the eye rummage sale, hearts cheap gifts to the poor seeking alms for mere mention of love ..