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The Table
We sit talk eat pizza fries sugar free apple juice somehow we feel tired and quiet it's not that late but we need to leave all sensing that someone is missing
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Time On My Hands
I got used to falling asleep at three in the morning after a night full of laughter and hands colliding, your shining eyes, here I am in the dark, watching the fan wings spin over my head
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You Say All The Wrong Things
It's strange how we go from extreme joy to misery so swiftly, these turbulent moments make me realise just how fragile we both are.
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Mend Again
Somewhere in all this dreaming about a time that may never come, my heart tears at the sides ever so slightly, I look at his face and think "If you let me go, I won't mend again."
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Living in Fear
It's not clever to be vocally political. It's not clever to use your voice and body to protest a regime that's too stupid and far too heavily armed to bother to listen. What fools thought that this government actually cares if a few hundred get tortured and a few dozen die? We're a population of 78 million, the less, the merrier, right?
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- 710 reads