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the night star
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the movitivation to work ended when i woke up and tried to look out the window.
instead of light shinning in,
instead of warmth coming from Out There,
a sheet of ice blocked all views,
with the wind howling through the crack
between the glass and the wall..
little white lies, half truths, and minor untruths.
i need to stop pulling in
and look outwards again.
it's been a few weeks,
soon we're exchanging the belongings.
each to his/her own,
from her/his hands.
trust is not a commodity,
a bond,
yes,
but something else.
i can't go on hiding forever,
but i can't let everything into
a void.
sleepless states,
motivation gone,
and the student's life
beginning to end.
the correct answer would have been "yes"
but then more information would have been plied
and more is not what i wanted to give
so instead
i paused,
hoping the high would allow
her mind not catch the weak breath
i took in,
and said
simply
"no."
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a speck
circling the sun
its how you look at it
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somebody
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Little gets said by the desert's stark ridge
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nights star
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another month,
your face is long faded,
and the dreams remain to huant,
to provide clues in to what might have been,
darling, dear, there are words that i dono't receive, thoughts i don't understand, motions and emotions that fade upon the page as soon as they are hollwoly expressed.
your heart beats, as done mine
and your eyes,
they struggle to meet
the hours and the
days that hold
the parting from the present
and if only those monets where cose again
were lived again
were painfully felt in the rupture
of love from love
again
and the tears
again
all, it all, of course, would be worth it all
just to fell
those emotions again.
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the night star cannot write or read well in the se
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another month,
your face is long faded,
and the dreams remain to haunt,
to provide clues in to what might have been,
darling, dear, there are words that i don't receive, thoughts i don't understand, motions and emotions that fade upon the page as soon as they are hollowly expressed.
your heart beats, as done mine
and your eyes,
they struggle to meet
the hours and the
days that hold
the parting from the present
and if only those moments were close again
were lived again
were painfully felt in the rupture
of love from love
again
and the tears
again
all, it all, of course, would be worth it all
just to feel
those emotions again.
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Red
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Look at the stars look how they shine for you
and everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along, I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all "Yellow"
And Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across, I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cuz you were all yellow
I drew a line; I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all "Yellow"
And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
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