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Eyes shift from left to right. Side to side. Wink to blink. Shiftshiftshift. Confusion bombardes us. Let's prance in our little children voices. The title isn't right. The colour isn't right. Nothing is anymore. Trips to porches with only street lights to see me. How many nights have I sat out here with an other. Only to come to this night where I stand alone. With no less then twenty-one feathers in my hat. he will return in two days and I don't really mind. Here is where I stand and I stand tall. The only place I really do any standing at all. We have repeated multiple times about books and socks unnecessary. Cart around words like newspapers. Drop them off on a strangers foot. Let them carry the worry for an hour or two. My cheast is hot and her name was Alysia. Beautiful in an unattainable way. The kind of way you fall in love with but never talk to or see again. Fast cars tend to attract the wrong kind of girls. Ones with fake written on their shoe straps. Slightley outside of the boundaries considered reality. Notes hit your ears and everything else makes your nose cold. Could we please explain this a little better. Below a stomach lives a pain I will deal with. Thursday may bring a cure. But then again, so may a song. Simles stay along side my fingers waiting to appear Three words I can't wait to feel. We are all pretty clear what they are. Arise within hours to read with strangers and walk with people who have slight interest. Twelve minutes until he arrives back home. The want to light it up has increased from fourty two days prior to this. Sit ninety seats back from a lovely screen. Attack the thoughts in your mind. Allow the truth to pop up. Is it considered alive when a tube decides your fate. Metal filmed by needles doesn't seem to process as a bad plan. A bad idea it is not. Striking hammers in the background decide what your photo will look like. Anyday now the bubble will pop and the reality drips down. Why is he taller and why is she smarter in a brighter sort of way. Gingerale tastes good but the arcades on fire. Shocked by the way Charles and Marilyn sare the same name. Capital s's mean very quite serious. Ink soaks through. No one understands what dripping tears bring that they only draw distraction. On the verge of a break down and in the drop of a hat. It all funnels down into what you want it to say. With the tube of hair that doesn't allow for the age 15 to shine through. It would only dull your day anyways. Eight minutes pass. he and the speare arrive on the platform I have arrived on two times. One for the tool nd one for the bright. both worth attending both taking place in a place where people close their mouths while screaming, cover their eyes when looking. Never does it phase me to question the ways of a polluted city where ignorance is number one. Even though it is two above us on the evolution scale. Fifty-states means fifty reasons to stay put. Mother and son seem to take each others hands. Walk in unison and never say a word. Trips to the remote land of paint brush. With every stroke I seem to age a day. i am now just a child. Live for multiple colours but only attain the grey. Which in the end is lost from now and then. First loves are always fake. There is blue in the panic and yellow in the cure. Colours are presidents and I voted for blue. When I can look in the mirror and unscramble this mess, I will come out of my shell and stand on top of the tower with a cigarette in my hand and yell for two years until my voice as died. And no one will be unaware that I care for no one but you. And even that is fading away. Just keep biting to keep my attention.

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Eyes shift from left to right. Side to side. Wink to blink. Shiftshiftshift. Confusion bombardes us. Let's prance in our little children voices. The title isn't right. The colour isn't right. Nothing is anymore. Trips to porches with only street lights to see me. How many nights have I sat out here with an other. Only to come to this night where I stand alone. With no less then twenty-one feathers in my hat. he will return in two days and I don't really mind. Here is where I stand and I stand tall. The only place I really do any standing at all. We have repeated multiple times about books and socks unnecessary. Cart around words like newspapers. Drop them off on a strangers foot. Let them carry the worry for an hour or two. My cheast is hot and her name was Alysia. Beautiful in an unattainable way. The kind of way you fall in love with but never talk to or see again. Fast cars tend to attract the wrong kind of girls. Ones with fake written on their shoe straps. Slightley outside of the boundaries considered reality. Notes hit your ears and everything else makes your nose cold. Could we please explain this a little better. Below a stomach lives a pain I will deal with. Thursday may bring a cure. But then again, so may a song. Simles stay along side my fingers waiting to appear Three words I can't wait to feel. We are all pretty clear what they are. Arise within hours to read with strangers and walk with people who have slight interest. Twelve minutes until he arrives back home. The want to light it up has increased from fourty two days prior to this. Sit ninety seats back from a lovely screen. Attack the thoughts in your mind. Allow the truth to pop up. Is it considered alive when a tube decides your fate. Metal filmed by needles doesn't seem to process as a bad plan. A bad idea it is not. Striking hammers in the background decide what your photo will look like. Anyday now the bubble will pop and the reality drips down. Why is he taller and why is she smarter in a brighter sort of way. Gingerale tastes good but the arcades on fire. Shocked by the way Charles and Marilyn sare the same name. Capital s's mean very quite serious. Ink soaks through. No one understands what dripping tears bring that they only draw distraction. On the verge of a break down and in the drop of a hat. It all funnels down into what you want it to say. With the tube of hair that doesn't allow for the age 15 to shine through. It would only dull your day anyways. Eight minutes pass. he and the speare arrive on the platform I have arrived on two times. One for the tool nd one for the bright. both worth attending both taking place in a place where people close their mouths while screaming, cover their eyes when looking. Never does it phase me to question the ways of a polluted city where ignorance is number one. Even though it is two above us on the evolution scale. Fifty-states means fifty reasons to stay put. Mother and son seem to take each others hands. Walk in unison and never say a word. Trips to the remote land of paint brush. With every stroke I seem to age a day. i am now just a child. Live for multiple colours but only attain the grey. Which in the end is lost from now and then. First loves are always fake. There is blue in the panic and yellow in the cure. Colours are presidents and I voted for blue. When I can look in the mirror and unscramble this mess, I will come out of my shell and stand on top of the tower with a cigarette in my hand and yell for two years until my voice as died. And no one will be unaware that I care for no one but you. And even that is fading away. Just keep biting to keep my attention.