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| It's been so long since I was here.
"And the end of our exploring will to return to where we started/ and know the place for the first time"
Here we go:
I don't feel like bleeding you anymore
Slitting my wrists can get to be such a bore
I've given you enough to make me stand unstable
And you're still unsatisfied when all I have is on the table
And now I'm on the borderline of fainting when I speak
And now I feel so colorless, and all I see is bleak
And everything I eat I cannot taste, I cannot smell
And everything I touch, it turns to gold, I cannot tell
I'm driven to be senseless, to be purely just a lie
When all I wanted was to be pure, and be blameless in your eye
Now I wander with a lackluster passion for apathy
And I wait to transform to the truth,
The truth you cannot see. | | |
| Beware of Falling Hearts:
Stretch out your fingers
Catch me quick, it's all your fault
I'm falling to fast
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| Spy log: untitled: 1-7-01
One more sun comes sliding down the sky and puts itself out in a melancholy ocean and I'm about to scream and steam myself in this heavy silence. I don't know how much longer I can bear it up; I make a sorry, frail Atlas, a repentant courier, an apologetic lover. It is justice I romance, with the light of equality in its eyes, a drawing nearer of two scales. And with all this weight in one, you would think it could be shared. Judge me, if you will, it's nothing I have no knowledge of. It was my food too. But it is a different thing now, a stranger in a strange land, an orphaned girl. Lighten your scales, and make the sun come up again. Stretch your fingers, and pull it like a fish. | | |
| What is love?
Surely not a day and a night,
Or a forever.
Maybe a box and a bribe,
A surprise and a poison.
What is love?
Half-eaten candy and
A leftover night. | | |
| Excerpt from a newbie: untitled 2-23-01
And You laugh.
And I feel your heartbeat
Faster when I kiss your palms and fingertips.
And I almost believe
Your in my palms now;
You let me believe that,
You let me think I can wish
And you tempt me
With the tree of knowledge
Your lips the apple
And then you slither away | | |
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