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Hey, Lucywhat are you waiting for,your blue dress has fadedfar too long agoto play keep-awayfootballwith smallbumble bee-colored children.Hey, Linusyo..
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half-heard whispersfloat from beneathvelvet curtainsand meander into my mindwhere veiled thoughtsdon't mean muchand cages hold morethan starving anima..
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long dayfull of frustrationsand crowded with facesi don't much mind knowingwhen i don't haveto interact with themfor long.crawl into bed,miserableand ..
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there's not much wrong with standing aloneexcept for that lonely,miserable feeling that will encompass you from time to time.if you can claw your way ..
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and i can't helpbut feel like something's missingwhen i walk that roadwe used to walk so many years agohand and hand.i can't help feeling so aloneon t..
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jack hammer tapping at my noggin,breaking thoughts into piecesand patience into fragmentsand i know that i shouldthink before i speak,and perhaps even..
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"what are you waiting for?"a clatter and a crash,reflected in her eyes,flashes of bright colorsstreak fast."what are you waiting for?"a torrent of sou..
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pinpricks of lightfilter through the coarse, woolen, woven blanketthat hangs ersatz and heavilyfrom the half-hidden nails above the windowsand ontothe..
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nothing betterthan an exclimation of pain,rough-bitten nailsand powerfully built shouldersmoving in sync.
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and he's sitting in a puddle,waiting for the school busthough it's only six in the morningso his mom could getthat 'shut eye' she's alwayscraving when..
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