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It's in the way the afternoons play catch and kiss with your toes
burying themselves in your back pocket with train tickets
and things to make your breath taste like mint
a tradition of recall
and replay and remember
There weren't any birds, that I recall, the day I loved you.
And to replay the eradication of a breath within a breath I suppose I forget
willingly, just to remember
Of course the chatter of the crowds diminish when fine-tuned focus is called upon
straining skin in anticipation of connecting warmths.
Luminosity kept; shining stars between our fingers when you held my hand
Do you know I hate your smile?
The way I could not bear to look at it
I turned my head aside, but passed my ears through your laughter
took a cocktail shaker
added a twist of ruby red
and added mine.
There was a place I took you
hushed by the hand
and placed you in the care of my child smiles
There was a place you took me
hushed by the hand
and showed me innocence only changes bed clothes
I would not offer up a rupture
as clearly as I shine light on nothing
Do you know what it is
to become lost in all the things you were sure you had forsaken in brightest best
intention
a song i sing morning time is the same in shower metronome these words i get caught such is what we dwell upon suture accordance for the ever and allow is dread open is abundance is dilapidation of a freedom calling and the end is death of a whisper as the trees call hope for the spring
I loved the way you hated how
I could always keep a straight face
and never when
burying themselves in your back pocket with train tickets
and things to make your breath taste like mint
a tradition of recall
and replay and remember
There weren't any birds, that I recall, the day I loved you.
And to replay the eradication of a breath within a breath I suppose I forget
willingly, just to remember
Of course the chatter of the crowds diminish when fine-tuned focus is called upon
straining skin in anticipation of connecting warmths.
Luminosity kept; shining stars between our fingers when you held my hand
Do you know I hate your smile?
The way I could not bear to look at it
I turned my head aside, but passed my ears through your laughter
took a cocktail shaker
added a twist of ruby red
and added mine.
There was a place I took you
hushed by the hand
and placed you in the care of my child smiles
There was a place you took me
hushed by the hand
and showed me innocence only changes bed clothes
I would not offer up a rupture
as clearly as I shine light on nothing
Do you know what it is
to become lost in all the things you were sure you had forsaken in brightest best
intention
a song i sing morning time is the same in shower metronome these words i get caught such is what we dwell upon suture accordance for the ever and allow is dread open is abundance is dilapidation of a freedom calling and the end is death of a whisper as the trees call hope for the spring
I loved the way you hated how
I could always keep a straight face
and never when
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i can relate to this to this one...i like