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is it my soul leaving me
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do I
understand you trying to understand me our picnic in the cement meadow now turned to irony now the iron melting yet cooling smothering in our impatience yet you say it in words that sound like music running as high as the sun baby baby even the wings of yesterday cannot hold your memories and wheres love not true love but real love yet sorrow scrolls with time imperfection or is it dishonesty or is it my soul leaving me |
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Topic:
Dying Love
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nice
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Topic:
For the ladies in pain...
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good write
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Topic:
miss metaphor
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Thank you, I wish you well.
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Topic:
Life
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thank you for that
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Topic:
miss metaphor
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Thank you.
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Topic:
miss metaphor
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Thank you
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Topic:
romeo
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Nice.
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Topic:
miss metaphor
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miss metaphor she is holding a glass of red river her broken face held in place by a soft light hard words dancing in stillness piano keys spread out over a moment under eternity miss metaphor may I hold your door or is it your floor that's above my below that's inside the outside but I can't see me but you I see without seeing I see without seeing a glass of red river her broken face held in place by a soft light hard words dancing in stillness piano keys spread out over a moment under eternity miss metaphor may I hold your door or is it your floor that's above my below that's inside the outside but I can't see me but you I see without seeing I see without seeing |
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Topic:
sunset
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Thank you.
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Topic:
sunset
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I see everything
in the sunset how my life rises and sets and is full of a calm fire and the color of the sun reflects my own reflections how the sun moves I also move within my soul |
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