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(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...
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borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...
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I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...
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to the man who chased after eternity –
foolishly, i follow in your footsteps...
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I don't like myself that much.
162 centimeters of flaws...
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Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
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hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...
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If I had five minutes
to talk to you...
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I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you...
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Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...
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Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...
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The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...