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Smudged Lies: November 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Monday, November 30, 2009. The Missing Exclaimation Marks. Somehow everything I own. Smells of you.And for the tinest. Moment its all not true. More than anything I want to see you go. You could be happy,I hope you are.". Whats your zodiac sign? Did I tell you I still think of of you,read you moves and predict the things you do.I still know,I still understand.I still believe in. You'll grow out of it baby.". I cant write anylonger. But I still can feel. And i dont care.
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Smudged Lies: February 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. IM NOT GOING ANY WHERE! Ps-I love my lemon tree. Hope you could make some sense out of it now pallo! Im not going anywhere! Monday, February 23, 2009. I love you like the piggies love their mud! I doI do.I do. *ssrruppp*. Now I need a hug! Now I feel stupid. GO back to integration fool. :/. Sunday, February 22, 2009. The Girl that I almost Was. Every time I turn the lights on. Thinking I'm alone, my pale lemon. The girl that I almost was.
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Smudged Lies: The New Strangers
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Friday, February 18, 2011. I'm a junkie when it comes to love. And each time I wish to be torn apart and messed up. Miss you",you exhaled,. In between that drowsy voice and the silence following it. Sometime in between the sunrise and the darkness before it. Its me and you and this. Theres got to be another way to love you,because this one just isn't right. Sometimes we love just because we long for a story. Sometimes its a change. Sometimes its the awe. I realize its...
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Smudged Lies: One Foot in the Grave.
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Tuesday, March 8, 2011. One Foot in the Grave. I've attended six funerals in a month. I've seen cousins lose their parents.I've seen disease engulf others.And others engulf themselves.Maybe we are at that age.Maybe we have reached that stage in life when the people that have mattered the most are busy decaying away. With the roots disowning us and the crown of branches betraying,I ask you if we are loving enough? Are we saying enough? Yes,I'm more terrified to love th...
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Smudged Lies: March 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Sunday, March 29, 2009. The way we come undone. I stared into your face. Maybe a little too long. You,too lost in your own sweet. You lost in her. Tomorrow,I shall again. Search your eyes,. Stare into your face. So you notice me. once. But today I lose. May I step on your toes,please. Spilled ink on my letters the postman refused to carry.Abandoned. Standing pole lines bow down to your presence.Surfeit. Laced within me the patters of your words.Vociferous. I miss thos...
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Smudged Lies: The Missing Exclaimation Marks.
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Monday, November 30, 2009. The Missing Exclaimation Marks. Somehow everything I own. Smells of you.And for the tinest. Moment its all not true. More than anything I want to see you go. You could be happy,I hope you are.". Whats your zodiac sign? Did I tell you I still think of of you,read you moves and predict the things you do.I still know,I still understand.I still believe in. You'll grow out of it baby.". I cant write anylonger. But I still can feel. And i dont care.
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Smudged Lies: May 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Friday, May 1, 2009. Shuffling though the dresser drawer. her eyes red and Japanese-like from too much of crying. Of what they see.Eyes and the whole of her, gleam.Silver.Her fingers clenching as many pills as they can. She always had been in awe of.Red.Orange.Sea green. Your good for nothing,. A glass bottle hovers over the table a little before crashing onto the floor. . You are self centred,that's why no one likes you. How many of them do you like? Two more to go.
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Smudged Lies: July 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Friday, July 31, 2009. The invisible warning labels. Some times we love with nothing more. Than hope.Some times we cry with. Everything except tears.In the. End that's all there is:. Love and its duty,sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have-to hold. On tight until the dawn.". Baseless.Lame in every sense.But then again,its love and that's big enough an excuse to get one through. And you shall then whisper. Believe me you do not want to know.
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Smudged Lies: The Laboratory in my Heart.
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Monday, February 8, 2010. The Laboratory in my Heart. Its been a while since we have spoken. And yet I read your daily column, nodding my head and pinching my skin, like I just know what you are going through. Maybe I do. Or maybe you just write too well. You flick a smile when I speak to you and I shudder 'cause I know what you really mean.I trace down the lines on the back of your foot, and I finger the scar he gave you. I love this line. Love it. This part of me.
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Smudged Lies: March 2011
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Tuesday, March 8, 2011. One Foot in the Grave. I've attended six funerals in a month. I've seen cousins lose their parents.I've seen disease engulf others.And others engulf themselves.Maybe we are at that age.Maybe we have reached that stage in life when the people that have mattered the most are busy decaying away. With the roots disowning us and the crown of branches betraying,I ask you if we are loving enough? Are we saying enough? Yes,I'm more terrified to love th...
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