I remember that I was young
Day 2557, young.
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Day 2555, together.
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I prefer to hold it together in style
Day 2553, fractures.
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I have stand to long
deteriorating
with my feet stuck
in foreign soil
though the lines I carved
are still there
I feel the fracktures
even the ones I crossed
in the past
Day 2552, cross.
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I bare a cross
I believe it
is a mark
A double jeopardy?
Day 2551, tail.
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You tried to eat your own tail
but you couldn't find it
your first disappointment
Day 2550,
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There are two lights in my life
you and me
Day 2549, you go on.
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Casually you walk into the choices you make not caring what you might have the carry you know what you want it's just a hand full of things and no temptations you go on
Day 2548, for a while.
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For a while you let me air
not always
but when I wanted
and I don’t know if it was the wall that collapsed
or you that fell down
but either way
the opening you left
seems to work too
Day 2547, choices.
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It's just a turn of a switch
like making a decision
but the other choices
taunt me
like if they were even possible
after I was sure
and made up a mind
Day 2546, asleep.
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I woke my dream
and fell asleep
Day 2545, study.
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It is a luxury
when you can study your landing
Day 2544, grey.
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I see life’s colors
above the horizon
but my grey stay’s
the dark soil holds
and the colors I see
they are there
Day 2541, lie.
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I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
Day 2539, tune.
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Even the brightest lights
dance on the tune of time
Day 2538, still.
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De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
Day 2537, green.
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They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
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