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on black asphaltso you thought you could save me? oh so pristine with your soul like white light a prism for me to refract on that i may lay scattered in all my colors on the floor in front of you with my deep melancholy blue's and burning red's my mellow yellows like dreams distant threads and i thought i loved you you who said you would give your life to the world but never your heart because your heart belonged to me to paradise unseen. the place you called your home. cause once you swore you could fly on dragonflies wings when you heard me. once you swore the oceanon black asphalt
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untitledyour name flows like notes in a river the river runs deep a song i could swear i heard in trees that echoed through empty halls like broken glass that was whispered from every sea shelluntitled
when i thought i needed you flowing through veins crystal clear a piano in my mind the sound like two violins in a room. you played a song and it sounded within me deep melancholy notes of blue it's no wonder, i wondered but i knew oh i knew that i thought i loved you i still do.
i say it to myself at night i whisper it in my heart as
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Play timeHe saw the house burn down to rubble. So hungry he seemed, with claws fighting mouth biting joy, dancing around the house. Into the living room he trips and trots. Then crawls up stairs to play in the bed room. Beams bend, break as he licks away at their substance and he grabs onto anything he can find. Smoke chokes out the stars. Strangles them dead, and they fall down ever so softly onto a boy's head. like snow as he stomps patterns into the ground. A mandala mapping out his heart. And a smile covers his face. But not like broken glass, Tonight he willPlay time
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the waterI wish i could write you a poem a poem you could keep on your belt like a knife that you only needed to touch to feel comforted but a poem like a knife would not do justice to your life.the water
so maybe a poem like a fire instead that could burst into flame to keep you warm on those nights when your feeling alone and forlorn but fire destroys and thats not you
so instead i wish i could write you a poem that would run like water through your fingers that could wash a way any negativity that lingers like rain washing away insanity leaving only the smell of wet earth
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