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what happened to you, to the dashboard mary i understood? did you wake up and check the price you've paid in tears for sleep or did you fade away underfoot a ballerina with broken ankles held up to the sunset? life is not a hallmark card but it's all i can give you please just remember one last thing-- no one holds you to these dreams, angels included, but the wings will cost you more than can be said. and yet, there is still me kicking stones and picking flowers that will die before they find you and i'll die before i find you. funny how it's so easy to laugh and cry at the same time i remember in the same line you left fo

like a puzzle piece forced to fit frayed edges and buckled senses misplaced ideas and deaf peers define the day i died without a sound better than i lived by all accounts. didn't get lost i was never on a path just coincidences a mind tortured strung into struggled consciousness the curtain once cast aside daylight burning away the night taking wasted breath along. you can keep the pretty smiles and the world that doesn't fit just give me time to pack the things i believe in i'm already done.

She picks up her head and sighs at her beer grown warm at quarter past three. Monday's goodbyes brought Tuesday's warm wishes and a promise to set herself free. So she sits there alone, in terminal B at a bar where the accents don't fit, and watches the eddies in that lost human stream 'cause she knows she hasn't made it quite yet. What's important to her probably isn't to them but the time doesn't seem to let go through smoke blown, ascending from those lifes never met into from one ended long long ago. She sighs once again, and picks up her pen cost her $4.50 just to write down her thoughts to go with the pictures her memories

one of these days I'll come back here, I'll tear off the mask and my vision will drain the sorrow. One of these days I'll come back here, I'll lay myself to rest find god in my own blade. you were swept away in the nothing I created-- the nothing I created swept me away twice as quick. Can't blame myself but there's no one else who fits there's no one else who kills the angels as well as I do. one of these days there will be an answer, there won't be anythign but a final breath to rasp in. one of these days there will be an answer, there will be resplendant flowers the dead ignore alone.