Day burns down to night Burns the edge of my soul In the night I break into sparks of suns And become fires in a dust of bones Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue Turn back Reverse return In the night I see the real Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile Sleep walks and talks And feet mark time To the drumless beat
"She belonged to me," Chris said simply. "She was , you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been." Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers . "Her hand," he said. "It fit mine."
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Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...
-The Cure
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Lindsey: I have to, Peter.
-Queer as Folk
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Burns the edge of my soul
In the night
I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones
Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse return
In the night I see the real
Concealed in the day's bright lie
Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks And feet mark time
To the drumless beat
-The Invisible
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Throw the pennies in her hand
Stroke her hair and tell her I've been cheating
-"Sea out" by Guillemots
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-Jodi Picoult, The Pact
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