I Live HereA city that sleeps is the lonliest place,I Live Here
Cardboard boxes to large for there contents. I'm a dull knife that cuts through the silence. The duller the knife the harder you push. I am the reflection on a shiny car door. Tossed paper airplanes peak and fall. But the silence that parts, brings forth the day and a populace bleeds and is already dead.
Salt on The PavementIt's the first of december and the streets are all white,Salt on The Pavement
and people talk in the most colorful lights. Theres a murmured disinterest in feet that leave footsteps in a snow thats to come. Oh, they hope it will come. Well it's easy to see that it's grey underneath, A shaded landscape thats beautiful. But theres a sadness in beauty, in a bright red bow you see it's beautiful when it falls apart. And the men retreat to their vinyl-side barkeep and smile at ignorance, whether it's theirs or my own.
Blue CloudsThis is my pattern,Blue Clouds
a fear thats a habbit with nothing to stop it.
An I'm nervous for winter and the grey in my eyes, and things in the shadows
An the grass-side assasian pulling a trigger killing his killer
Sometimes i am dry, and I get choked
and nothing comes out.
I feel like i am crazy for feeling this crazy but it makes sense with time.
That my short exsistence
makes a short difference
Hence my pattern to make myself feel better or worse
depends how you look at it.
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And so it never started and it never stops, just like I am and you are.
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"...January hangs on my wall and over my head..."
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And so it never started and it never stops, just like I am and you are.
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"...January hangs on my wall and over my head..."
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And so it never started and it never stops, just like I am and you are.
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"...January hangs on my wall and over my head..."
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If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
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"...January hangs on my wall and over my head..."
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