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Untitled
Contributed by
Marrs
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Thursday, 5th April 2012 @ 12:52:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Sometimes its difficult to talk about you and other days I will claim to
have forgotten your words, but I lie - always
You sit in the back of my mind
silent and distant as ever but there, you didnt leave...
Serving as inspiration sometimes
then an infection the next
Perhaps I am growing ill with disease
or maybe its these new books I am reading
We dont share much, we dont share at all
Its just as well, I am out of my mind
For where you stay I cannot touch
"I have a name mister."
"I know kid."
I write conversations we have never had
Things in their half-hearted entirety remind me of you
It is not real I say, but am I mad?
That it cannot, will not exist?
No, no...
No because the cognizance of these atoms make me feel more alive than I ever have
and I have to believe...
Copyright ©
Marrs
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2012-04-05 00:52:41]
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Re: Untitled
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by thehotshotpoet on
Thursday, 5th April 2012 @ 06:10:41 PM AEST
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never stop believing in yourself it make s it all worthwhile thank you for sharing
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