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Around the corner
It echoes loud when you call my name
Hear it ring out from the inside
Going back to that different place
And I‘ll make it out this time -
Mr. Hero
Dear Mr. Hero
Have you won the last war?
Oh Mr. Hero
Have you caught him before?He isn’t a sinner
But he’ll contemplate
Doing something a good man
Won’t do
How about you? -
Waiting Game
Temptation
Self destruction
I’ve been waiting sometime
For you
Hours
Days away
Minutes slowly fade
Give it up again I’ll show
I’ll wait a while -
Bittersweetness in the Air
at the beginning of the end
you went to shake my hand
i followed it with an embrace
for i could not face
what i knew would come
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in the darkness of my night i pray for you
i think of you every night
as the calmness of the dark
washes over me
comforting me
as i pray that i'll see you again -
Fear of the heart
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer
Loves
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On My Sixteenth Birthday
On my sixteenth birthday.
I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood,
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18 days, 14 hours, and 53 minutes
I saw a photo of myself from freshman year
I didn’t love how I looked, cringed at it—a knee-jerk reaction to my ugly, green shoelaces—but not necessarily just because of my physical appearance
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249th
blow out your candles.
make a wish.
hold up a protest sign.
tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.
your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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the waiting place is a tea store on sunday
中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.