love you are
for feeling things
i am but of those,
just one
lost, we're keys
left there-right here
plain in sight
too hard a find
break my not-heart skull apart
inside you find you in the dark
what are you crying for?
real arrived and life, it bawled,
is what it's called, we're living all
the lies your eyes are
merely vibes and galaxies and nebulae
dead suns and born's a few more from
wet salt you shed from in your head
dead sons and mourns another one
embraced in blame upon his bed
i mean what it all sees,
be the me of little dreams
blurred when we breathe
deep the tree roots soon will
leave you pleads to be you
pleased to meet you
meet to please you
sleep your dreams true
the world will need you
fingernail needles
scare me none, fish
played with a seagul
and won your one wish













Comments
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"I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love."
Jonathan Safran Foer
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Over and in, last call for sin.
While everyone's lost, the battle is won,
With all these things that I've done.
From rhythm comes life, and from life comes rhythm.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
What does "...fish played with a seagul and won your own wish" mean?
played with a seagul
and won your one wish"
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
that part is kind of personal.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
this is the best part:
break my not-heart skull apart

inside you find you in the dark
what are you crying for?
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I write and take pictures.
yea, i'm planning immortality.
perhaps it'll happen.
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