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GrassI see and expanse of vast green grass beside a streaming rivulet, and always think it’d be so great to just sit there and forget.Grass
I see a boy, you, beautiful and strong, with lips to drown between and I always want to lean on you, stay forever in this wonderful dream.
But the grass is wet and prickly as you are in the morning, and in it live ants by the million, like you always grating and stinging
I know I can’t resist the lure, not the grass’s, not yours, not ever. Always willingly fooled by illusions, and wearing stained pants for
by ~Sarcastig
Ticking awayA bomb warning at the station: in the train I think of ominous ticking under my seat, imagine a small round black warmth pulsing.Ticking away
In my last split second I’d wonder at how
when the sun shines the world seems to unfold.
It will freeze tonight, as the cold fragments which once were me will be sniffed at by
lonely patched dogs
Maybe I’d reincarnate a tall elegant tower with three white wings. And then another girl with morbid fantasies would see me through the wagon window, and smile, because not everything is rotten, &nbs
by ~Sarcastig
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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Always do what you want and say what you want to say because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
-Dr.Suess
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i crumble in the dusty corner, i dissapear into a memory of what i once was.
Was that a strange movie or what?
Really, really liked it.
You liking it, Kind of explains your take on life.
Youre way too mature for 16
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My weblog, vaguely informative and sometimes funny. Read it and comment biatch; [link]
"The future is not written in stone,
it is written day by day,
what are you writing today?"
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~the moon will watch you with a slow blinking eye... if crossed it will desend in a fury spilling blood across it's surface turing it the color of the death rose~
~sanity is over rated~
~ to have feelings is to be vunaruable there for all humans are
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