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daxle
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it's stuck in the back of my throat, and only the faintest bit of watering in my eyes. i just want to cry to make it go away. occasionally an echo of my mom's voice chimes in, a question stated with utter disgust and contempt: "why are you crying?" i'm not, mom. and when you came to me crying, i followed your example.
but this doesn't have to do with that so much. when i think about my problems/concerns/memories, i just shrug my shoulders these days. my new favorite expression is "we're all going to die some day." it seems out of order at times but it's not really. it's similar to "whatever will be will be" or "it'll all work out in the end"
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pete
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we kill the romantics in decadence,
but a few of us live
singing to the stars
as we pass through the experimental farm at night
alone and cold
smiling and happy
filled with joy and love and pain
as the stars try to shine down on us....
the tears sting as they refuse to fall
and the summer has ended about a month early,
standing huddled in our longsleeved shirts
and long pants
in the cool winds
fit not for mid august
but late sepetmeber
we look at eachother
and nod, you turning your way
i, watching you go.
the time to part has come,
it has been fun while it lasted,
everything fairly random,
i still don't understand how we are such good friends
but its best if i dont try to understand
and just let the truth of it flow over me
as i watch you go
to fly away
out east
and the rest will come back
but you will be gone.
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minnesota_chris
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there is modern romance, it's over the Internet. But I think the people who do the internet best, do internet romance the worst (I almost wrote worm-ance. What the hell, fingers?)
A guy in the church I grew up in just got married to a Filipina woman he met over the Internet. He was in danger of being a bachelor for life. Millionaire (builder) with no social skills, who looks like he dresses in the dark.
But he met this woman, and his world is upside down now. I wish I could have come to the wedding.
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witchesrequiem
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its called
thanks for the drink!
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Cornerstone
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040901
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once again
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sleeping in your bed when we're too hot to touch and waking to watch you dress and wanting you too much.
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080614
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romance is dead like the grit beneath our feat and the air in my chest.
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dafremen
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fools..
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