i just caressed a frame to have it launch me into tears
the fusion and the speed chopped my subconcious tongue
i couldnt even sing to it sad starry fables or hold it till it slept
hands tell you so much; different pages we've been on,
where we each individually want to be and if we jumped or not.
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the bedframe that you rejected to the attic??
i am a lady in spain i'll sing a haunting refrainnnn III CANN BEEE ANYTHING I WANT TO.
im giving that bed frame to phoenix, so she can discover my writing on the bottem then out of some teenage angst ambush decide to tear it all down and haul it somewhere else thats not in her sight with her own two hands.
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