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This is a short poem I wroter a while about, and finally found it in the stacks of paper
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3.18.09
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Big Blue Eyes,
don't cry me a river,
dance upon the fire
and we'll begin this adventure-
wellness station.
Posted,
stitched to my chest,
stop,
..
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I am just chasing the wind,
or maybe it's just you.
I can never tell.
You kiss is just a whisper,
and if I hold too closely
you blow away.
So he..
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A long road,
curved with my insanity
A slip into the late night blues,
I've stumbled upon it.
The night we stood still
and blew our brains into
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A poem for what has destroyed me the most.
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