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"...did i ever tell you about the time i watched love die on my doorstep? i'm sorry, i should have let you in."
i love that line so much, i thought i i knew the poem by heart but when the moment came and love was at my doorstep i watched it go away. does that mean i didn't understand what the poem meant? do i just like the way it sounds?
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i've been so cruel
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steel flower girl #2
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please, who is the author of that poem?
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amy
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it's science attractions, unfortunately. with any hope, it's a part of our history (in possibility).
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nikolai google
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http://www.shihanthepoet.com/wst_page10.html
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hmm. can't find this poem anymore.
shame. it sounded intriguing.
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jane
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oe once said
i watched my innocence die a thousand times
& it's always stuck in my head
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rage
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if id opened the door it would have died inside
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pSyche
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is this the poem?
Generations upon a time history wore an ugly face and scared love to unlearn itself. and now i find it hard to dreamcause i have a problem with ghosts and it seems her scent still exists on my pillowcase. i used to live on her lips. she broke the mold when she cracked a smile and when she smiled i exhaled rainbows and for 2 years i was a kid again. but with that came the irresposibilities. i don't remember how i forgot to love but i did. did i ever tell you about the time i watched love die on my doorstep? i'm sorry, i should have let you in.
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rage
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wow. almost reminds me of the beautiful psyki
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misstree
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"i don't remember how i forgot to love but i did."
that one sentence makes me ache.
"everybody_knows" by cohen did the same thing earlier.
there is the loveliest boy on my porch, curled and patient and kind and delicious, but somehow, i know he's a for_now, not a for_ever.
i wonder if that One has already come and gone, and if the rest of my path is to be walked with cherished company of kindred spirits, but no Mates.
if i could only remember
how i forgot.
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what's it to you?
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