Existential High - Write 1

Love
Love
Bring on the trainwreck
Bring it on
The whistle howls
Voices ring as the background forms
Behind me, behind us
Your kisses like fire on the wind my love...
Once you watched me fly away
I a small piece of diamond sparkle
Falling on the wind...
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We learn to carry things in our hands. we
learn to
hold onto what we treasure. and after awhile
our
hands become accustomed to the weight; to the
gravity of consequence.
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roll the dice, play the dice
turn of face
luck of the draw
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sweet music speaks out to me
as I jam through the galaxy
intent
mild contentedness
lurks,
irrelevant to the game
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speak out to me...
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what are we doing here? should we be somewhere
else?
I believe that we are exactly where gOD wants
us to be
and that where we are now is exactly where we
should be...
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wandering in the rough
life given to lust
where do i stand?
how must i trust?
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if life was so easy, would it cost so much?
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wine and posies
mixed notes are chosen
and we pick and choosie
while we stick our fingers in our noses...
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daring retreat
a slow defeat
leave me once
I left you once
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Can I be free from your monstrosity?
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red boots
for winter snow
what I am
you may think you know
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What have I to show?
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Nothing is left to grow
The sound of the garden dying
Is the sound of me
Running through the snow
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I'm crying to let you know...
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whence we went wandering
the sky opened to us
we were there to behold it
they were there for us
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earwax and old dirt
lingers in my hair
the crud accumulates
as i lay here aware
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where have you gone?
they've taken you out of my sight
what are they doing to you?
are they making you get high?
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my mop is shiny and wet
now that they've dropped me next to you
we're down here on the ground now
the sky has returned to blue
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what will we tell them now?
whence we went wandering
we encountered hell
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and they are spawning...
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i am thinking of you now
and of one day how
we may meet again...