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birthday wishes.>>birthday wishes.
sometimes it's time to just hunker down and
realize that the festivities are not necessarily so bright.
streamers cover moldy walls with false smiles;
but hey, the negative is not always to be reflected on.
the big dipper is hiding alone, and the little dipper
shines bright. sometimes, young one, things change.
with an umbrella in the corner and sugar coating teeth,
little footprints create the illusion of sincerity.
acronyms leave a trail of sawdust. where are the
power tools when one is older and more lovely?
darling, i'
by ~stellarsupernova
conversing by myself.hello.conversing by myself.
my fingers grasp at the smoke of rose scented incense,
but the ghastly truth is that there is no way.
wonder consumes my mind, and i forget the time;
ghostly apparitions taking place in the south-east corner.
open the door- oh, there goes my conscience.
goodbye, farewell, we will not miss your limbs.
winter lullabies stroke me with an inappropriate finality:
won't stop can't stop no matter what i say.
you're all dressed up in a skeleton tuxedo.
too bad we have nowhere to go except the kitchen.
candlelight speaks in fre
by ~stellarsupernova
autumn kills love.summer love blossoms under the stars,autumn kills love.
tree branches hiding lovers from the moon's gaze.
i am so in love with you;
you're always in my head.
a month is a thousand years in your arms:
put on fast-forward, loving the fast lane.
gentle kisses forever sweet,
they never were mine to keep.
with the harsh heat of september
came a rush of academics and distance.
stress makes my head hurt,
as does this bittersweet timing.
two miles may be a thousand,
for i never see you but for in pictures.
i am so tired of
by ~stellarsupernova
scream.i am the liquid nitrogen slipping through your tree-bark fingers,scream.
invisible as i don't hit the ground.
my legs are shaking and the grasshoppers scream obscenities. this is a nervous breakdown.
the savage world shivers, surrounding the lullaby in my ears.
my birthday candles spell civilization.
it's been three days and your voice has left my memories;
soothe my nerves, tell me that you love me.
my eyes are tired of reading music that doesn't sing romanticism,
where is the passionate fire that surrounds us?
the north-eastern howlin
by ~stellarsupernova
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