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The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
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We were once like those fireworks
Aggressively bloom at night skies...
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Someday when you're old enough,
You'll understand this grown-up stuff...
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Oh ye emotions that rise in me!
Why do ye come uncalled...
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Amber gently drizzles
Upon...
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On a broken old chair
In a dirty old room...
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That heavy feeling...
As if your chest becomes a vacuum...
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She travels from Florida
To New York every July...
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You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...
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I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...
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Beautiful satin ribbons
Tied and dipped in dyes...
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While walking alone in battered robes
I stumbled upon a lost broken road...