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I’m in love with the tendency of hurting my fingers by writing your name on dilapidated bricks. Such a beauty springs from some letters, I ain’t sure how. I know you’ll eventually be forgotten, because I’m just a human–a snob and got easily pleased by it. But I’d love to spend some days turning into fragments; I’m ready to hurt the wall, carve your name and let the painful joy spurt.

Yes, I fancy you mad, but the Mad knows nothing. Even the glint of your eyes remains a myth I’d like to believe because your presence still feels as real as a bite of reality, yet a true-life wonder I couldn’t ever greet. But I’m in love. Or simply being high. So be it.
I’ll enjoy myself before my fear floods back.
I’d trade my sad sanity for a crack.

This seems like an endless repertoire of shlocky words and foul ardor but I want some more. The drug is enough to get it all going and I just found another brick wall…

Posted by Wordmobi

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We don’t even talk anymore
And we don’t even know what we argue about
Don’t even say I love you no more
cause saying how we feel is no longer allowed
Some people will work things out
And some just don’t know how to change..

Water Runs Dry

Whispering to the Devil

Lady, be nice
You’re as trees stripped in the winter months
Stark-naked, cascaded down the fronts of the fount
Behold and hush,
It’s the hour of quiet when the badgers down to drink
You shall only glory with the dawn’s first ray, so think
Lady, be good
You’ve got off on the wrong foot..

Just another morning doodle.

Late night, sleep tight
Would you come back thorugh the stellar wind
Talk to me and I’ll be all right
Because you, you’ve got a special thing
One last fling, we can do it right
Oh Dear, would you, would you, would you—

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