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this is my life. you were a dream. I hated waking from you. I breathe; I move. but sleep eludes me. and all my beautiful words desert me. |
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I am sorrowful because you are so beautiful but I have no words left for you my eyes, sick with grace and fairness, long for the plain and ordinary there are no love songs left in me you will fade away in silence. |
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a sad condition: I hide to hold out into each singular constant I dive, to drown I dive to be saved I disappear to end it all and to make you notice I am gone. but if any do, none speak - so I dive edge over edge hoping you will witness my fall catch me before impact. a sad condition indeed. |