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I’ve been worried since I left the wombLike a schizophrenic on shroomsLike a hypochondriac on crackNever shy with the panic attacks;Internal reality succumbs to psychosisDreams destroyed by self-diagnosis.
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At least I find solace in searching.
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In vain I try to jump into the photoTo create again a time so simpleThat a piece of paper might encapsulate itFrom the erosive winds and waves of timeWhich bring even the greatest of loves to a grave of dust.
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We are a handful of dust in God’s imageBefore we return again to dusty graveLife isn’t a war, it’s a scrimmageA hyphen between two dates.
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Fate is the cruelest of masters, takingLife when it pleases or at random, handingRigged decks to whom it pleases, cheatingAll alike and none the wiser, takingEverything away from those with nothing.
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I'd be lying if I said I didn't want youI'd be lying if I said I didn't wish you were mineThe truth is, you stole my heart from afarThe truth is, you still have it.
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Are we like two stars in a constellationSeeming so closeAnd making so much senseYet in realityWe are separated by lightyearsAnd shall never meet?Except, perhapsIn that sacred spaceBetween dreams and realityCalled hope.
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You see flaws in every faceIf you look long enough.That’s why I’m so afraidOf the word ‘forever’. Forever is long enoughFor sunrises to become staleFor fire to become tameFor a favorite songTo become like nailsOn a chalkboard;Forever is long enoughFor passion to waste awayLike grapes into raisinsUnder the beating sunOf countless days.
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I came up with a new reasonTo write your name todayI plagiarized each letterFrom a love note you wrote me.The scent of ink was sacred to meIn that relapsed moment…For a minute I could pretendThe paper reminded me of your skin;I could pretend the glimmering inkWas the moonlit lake Of our summer night.But the pretending crumpled with paperAnd I threw us into the trash canFor the bridge between us is long burnedAnd it’s time I accepted that.
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