she said when you look deep she sees nothing "beware the mirror" it's just the beginning to busy fittin' in- an missin' what was really meant for you spinnin' in a stew of yesterday. look into the mirror you're biggest admirer
Tag: Memory
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she used to say the number twelve smelled like pine outside~ one chirstmas morning 12pm i knew what she meant ~ it's twelve days till your birthday i remember that night; tragic vandal we'll light a pine scented candle in your memory
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it wasn't the first time or the second or the sixth or the last it was the time in my dreams i could never forget
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i think i loved you now i think i wanted to remember you
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tragedy strikes in three in the head the belly heart~
yellow sundress downtown
i saw her again at a coffee shop downtown - we met each others gaze before she met the inside of her sunglasses
hayley
misery isn't a buisness just a yard sale
homeless boy
with all these roaming thoughts running wild in a field of pollen towards a wishing well singing simple as... the well joined in at the chorus and it's simple ass that
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they say she's a pony she's my dear; a bambi on the outside a trackstar on the inside; the best at hide and seek the one that got away so to speak never one to be phoney cute as a button, tony tony lowkey twenty four seven loki with some dunks, confession
orchid
you crave change you uproot yourself sogiveenoughtimeandspace to repot
Saint's Muse 