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its always on your mind but you never speak the name. It's in your blood and your face...im certain its fame.
every night your ghost visits me
and she misplaces all my things.
the moths are piling up
to give the gnats company.
these candles wont burn anymore.
T.V. only picks up your voice's signal.
im staring at all these books
wondering which ( Read more... )
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you, mister, are terrifically amazing
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