i compare my bad dreams with memories of last summer.
our fingers show in all the photos, long dark and crooked like tangled telephone wires desperately delivering you the wrong persons voice.
every letter we wrote will be devoured by circumstance.
you've long since disappeared and i'm standing crippled at the crossroads, choking on the dust our choices left behind.















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I love it.
I wish there was more.
It's beautiful.
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Anyone can state facts they believe to be true,
but it takes a true artist to lie about the world.
there's a story here
HOLY SHIT!! So much power...I like the whole thing a lot.
Me too.
But I guess that's kinda obvious.
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Anyone can state facts they believe to be true,
but it takes a true artist to lie about the world.
there's a story here
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kiss me with your cherry lipstick,
never wash you off my face.
hit me, i can take your cheap shot,
leave you with the love we made.
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