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Yours and Mine
A dwindling soul, down to rubble.
Yours and mine.
Won't the sprits holding us afloat wrap too closely when we reach inside like this?
Taken a subconsious hostage.
Yours and mine.
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Boys Over Flowers.
In the cracks that show our imperfections
that run along the edges of our eyes,
in the lines that frame your smile.
I cant find the way to you.
I want to be with you
in a storm of sakura
when the cold wind bites our cheeks
i want to find the warmth of your chest.
I can't find the arrows that point me out of this dark forest.
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Free Souls.
It will all fall
In the mines in the maizes
we've created.
Inside the honey combs of our childhood,
Lets get lost
Find me and we won't loose ourselves.
Connect the dots
on your chest
trace the paraenthesis framing your smile.
My life will end here,
Lets begin love
on this trecherous journey
that I never cared to make without you.
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Arms and Airways
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Who Is Talking Here?
Your hands are dry.
They scratch my hands when I hold them.
I can feel your skeleton when I touch your skin,
You jump out of your skin
All Im left with are a pile of bones
too many to carry.
One night I jammed my hand through your chest
I rummaged and found your heart.
Pushed pass the needles and thread
To find it cold and shivering.
It was so cold.
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It's For Never.
But I can't breathe.
Its just not fair--you know.
While your lips are busy up top,
your hands are jammed down my chest,
pumping my heart
fast
stopping my breath
clean
What if its all now?
Can I call tommorrow?
Will you be you the next time?
Will there be a next time?
These whispers spiral down my throat
wrap around my lungs
don't let me speak.
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His Leather Gloves
I took the snow layered before me.
Held it's cold weightlessness and felt it numb my fingers,
I molded and rounded the edges, puffened it up.
Your face was close to mine,
I placed the sparkling heart in his gloved hands.
The snow melted to water,
it ran down his leather glove.
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Ing.
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eBlu.
When your love fills up my eyes.
They turn white.
Yours has the mournful blue.
No, I dont want to see you.
I want to crawl back in the womb.
And spin in circles til the strings wind me up.
Your nylon heart,
streches and snaps back into shape.
Mine wont.
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Gravity.
When I curl and fall asleep ( Read more... )