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it’s a broken windshield master plan
the carving knife stuck in your hand it’s a cage that’s lost its keep that falling feel, without the sleep it’s a playground that’s been drowned in blood love notes and shoelaces caked with mud it's an owl that doesnt trust the tree an empty chair on Christmas Eve bare feet stuck in your mire skipping blind into the fire momentum breaks, i face the beast choking as i gnaw its leash hope's a double sided token sometimes we're just broken |
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it’s a broken windshield master plan the carving knife stuck in your hand it’s a cage that’s lost its keep that falling feel, without the sleep it’s a playground that’s been drowned in blood love notes and shoelaces caked with mud it's an owl that doesnt trust the tree an empty chair on Christmas Eve bare feet stuck in your mire skipping blind into the fire momentum breaks, i face the beast choking as i gnaw its leash hope's a double sided token sometimes we're just broken I almost wish there was not so much truth in you words GhostWriter.... |
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Edited by
DaySinner
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Thu 12/20/12 06:34 PM
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I think this part is especially good ( i mean well conveyed )
it’s a playground that’s been drowned in blood
love notes and shoelaces caked with mud it's an owl that doesnt trust the tree an empty chair on Christmas Eve And the last two lines ring so true. Powerful write. |
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hope's a double sided token sometimes we're just broken |
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it’s a playground that’s been drowned in blood
love notes and shoelaces caked with mud it's an owl that doesnt trust the tree an empty chair on Christmas Eve Love this bit .... My heart goes out to the (school massacre) victims Family Sad Christmas . Very good writing . |
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Excellent write....
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