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closed_eyes
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fyn gula
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closing his eyes, he felt the burning as if life was the stinging smoke of an out of control fire everyone tried to put out with petrol, suddenly wondering why they were engulfed by flames. diving into pools of water, seeing how many flips they could do before they hit the surface.
he winced, thinking too far ahead, exhaling in the liberty of a moment just to pause and dream, five minutes to imagine how incredible it could be if films could possess such innocent realism.
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010204
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fyn gula
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for now it was snowing and when darkness fell he would be safe, warm, and enveloped. yet morning was upon him, things to do, places to go, people to talk to.
what would he learn?
what would be his mistakes?
who would inspire him?
what about himself would he come to admire and realize was ugly?
opening his eyes, he saw the snowflakes, as large as ten francs melting as they hit the pavement, sticking to the branches of so many firs, standing like people waiting to be used.
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010204
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focus
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see nothing, but everything i ever wanted to see. I can imagine i'm somewhere else, all in the blink of an eye. I think i'm going to go somewhere know. I know a nice tent blanket where diet coke will be served.
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010411
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silent storm
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tears falling freely
telling you goodbye
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030702
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forgotten happiness*
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Eyes that have been closed for so long need time to adjust to the light...I hope you realize that.
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030811
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love & hate
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and i see yours open behind my closed eyes, boring into my soul and my heart, overwhelming me with your love which dissapears when my eyes are opened again.
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040918
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pete
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the world passes me by
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040919
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mourninglight
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"was there ever a thought without lust?"
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040920
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pete
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blue eyes crying in the rain
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040921
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mourninglight
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yellow eyes catching the sun
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041013
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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