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silentbob
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what i want
is for all rationality to drop when you look me in the eyes
i want your heartbeat to quicken, to come as a surprise
to make my rhyming words easy to memorize
and to absolutly and completely mesmerize
every part of your body that wants
every part of your heart that bleeds
i want them all to bleed for my presence
to make you fall in love with me
and make hard parts so much easier
because i shouldn't have fallen
for someone who won't fall for me
i need your voice in my ear
i need your eyes locked on mine
i need your arms around me
because mine will be in yours
mine will be on you
mine will be wrapped around you so tight you can hear
my heartbeat so fast and feel every breath
of my oxygen as it escapes my body
i knew i shouldnt have fallen
i knew i wouldnt be able to get back up.
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birdmad
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angels and arches
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fallen
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there....no, right there...look at that creature.....sitting....smiling?....in the middle....the middle of all that.....no...not there.....but there....do you see?.....now hush....the winds work strangely in this new place.....the words that SHE used to use now scattered.......an unsteady rhythm....a new spell cast....do you see? ....SHE is gone....and there...there is....fallen
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twiggie
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eyes of a fallen angel...
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soia
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person in hell reaching for heaven
I really wish that I could leave
and yet I know I am the fallen
just because I can't believe
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distorted tendencies
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Fallen inside you, I can never get out now.
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n o m
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arch, again?
week of limping,
weakling?
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tender_square
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my feet, though unmanicured, are not rough enough; stones stab my insoles, the hot sand scorches. i balance sloped steps as erie grabs my ankles, tight jeans rolled to lower calf and dampening. here, the sun is a bright yolk. at the campsite, tree crown and cloud obscured it. up a ways, a family splashes in the cool waves, their shirts and pants hung on the boughs of a timbered oak like beads at mardi gras. in the north east, wind turbines dot the shoreline, mimicking white crosses, just like the ones at the local cemetery, corporal tags hanging next to gravesides of the fallen.
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what's it to you?
who
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