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Pen to paper
Tracing out thoughts and words
Reflections
Written in warm teardrops

Ink pours out
Leaving long tracks on cheeks
Tracing lines behind them
Telling a story to which words cannot do justice

A story of innate sadness
A story that lives in the lives of many
A story that tells itself
Only through ink drop tear stains
On the faces of those who know it

And those who don't never will

It's our burden to bear
And wear like a mask

It's our story
And we tell it without words

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When past and present collide
We forget where we are

Lost at sea

In memory and perception
Reception of recollections
Set out to intercept some
Or any collection of joy

I can't swim
Let alone in stormy seas

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Though birds sing
And spiders dance
The hot July sun takes its toll

No one told me there were days like this

The breeze is little consolation
As we sit and melt in the heat
Temperatures and tempers
Rise and fall with the sun

From a far off perch
His eye caught true beauty
In the form of a girl
He hadn't noticed before

No one told me there were days like this

I'm being tested
I'm being tested
A testament
To my lack of preparedness

No one told me there were days like this

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Sundrenched
Unclenched
Suburban daydreams
Breezes in windows
Summer thunder rumbles
Summer summer lovin'

Wild horny beasts
Breached
Suburban daydreams
Young and in love
Summer thunder rumbles
Summer summer lovin'

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Through fire and smokey haze
Eyes meet fleetingly

Through tears
And cries for a lost home
Eyes meet in despair

In summer heat
Through trial after trial
We need love

Through fire and smokey haze
We find it

We find it

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My desire is undesirable
Crescent moons hung above our love
On a nightly basis

We loved by starlight

When the sun came up
We loved in secret
Under concealing willow branches
And low basement ceilings

In upstairs bedrooms
By firefly light
You thought it was the kind of love you dreamed about

When Pangea broke apart
Moonlight shining off ocean tides
Brought us fleetingly back

But when the sun came up
We burned

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Tin-foil soldiers
March valiantly
Under citronella sunshine
While white lions roar furiously
Across oceans
And deserts alike

Chipped paint falls pathetically
From an uncared for door
Guarding unknown secrets

Tear-drop rainfall
Waters the backyard garden
Through and through

Driftwood support beams hang
Precariously above our heads
Threatening to end it all

Oil fires spread viciously

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I am chained
Restrained
Stained
By this place

It is my past
And my present
It is my future too

It is as much me
As I am myself
And for that reason
I despise it