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[melodicdevoirs]

i like to write; its what i do now.

thoughts?

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i don't want to do this again
a sliver bullet through the heart
light will flash, glass will shatter, and i don't want to waste away.
the sun beams down hard and lets the waters surface twinkle like diamonds
the wind whispers past my ear
and hits my face, moving the hair away from my eyes
the trees will smash down, weeping away from this dead end
leaving me with emptiness.
pure and lonely emptiness.
i take another sip from the day old tea that sit upon the table
i feel no remorse for myself.
the records consuming the floor
the posters on the wall dont describe who i am
just who i like.

so we share our thoughts
reach out for what its worth
long introduction and cameo appearances
savor for my paint brush.

long hours go by; without anythought to what has happened
and I take my time to figure out what im worth.

so long for now
i say goodbye
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