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Did you ever, stop,to breathe?Grasp the pulsing dreamsthat escape my head.Adorned freely upon the path,bleached and tanned tainted things.Why than mus..
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I tried writing something after a coworker gave me a topic.
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You told me in that
moment and you meant it,
So I felt it,
The thought that sat and
kissed my face remembers how you used to taste,
But don..
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A numbness in my hands, the rock upon my chest, the thought
lies scribbled beneath my skin.
Fading memories a reminder to the life I spit on, chas..
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A small description of a troubled man making a decision about his next step.
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I remember the way it used to feel.
The unending happiness that once was shared despite your tormented
memories of unwanted hands, and faces that s..
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Maybe finished maybe not I don't care.
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Just an old window in my city.
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