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On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
keep the static still
Monday, January 18, 2010
steady
Days like these...
I want to catch every morsel dripping from the sky
& swallow it whole, because as easily as they come,
they just as easily disappear.
Rainy sundays, lazy sundays, why have you crawled into my monday?
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would, could, should... can we?
baby blue.
overflowing.
describing the indescribable
time(less)
don't need navigation, just follow the lengths in ...
Then I have those days, when I walk on the edge of...
been so long since my feet felt the ground
steady
As delicate as dandelions
Will you still love me in the morning?
lately my hands, they don't feel like mine
I despise hope, because... Hope makes you believe ...
MAKE ME
pull me out of the water.
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