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I will update this with a new link to that account.


The Thing About ClichesI. If this were a cliché,The Thing About Cliches
A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be clich&


it's all in your head.close your eyes. think of ten things you love.it's all in your head.
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one. i had an imaginary friend once. my childhood was never complete without her, hair a heavenly mess and thunder followed our every footstep.
we used to open books we didn't know how to read, and make up the story so there was a prince and a princess he had to save and there was always a happy ending.
[because childhood innocence was our sweetest sin.]
two. the sky was this canvas we splashed our j


memories.my mind replays memories of us each night, andmemories.
i am lost, lost
lost
in the shadows of your eyes, the curve of your almost-smiles, the lullabies in your voice, the sound of your footsteps.
don't wake me up just yet.
.
i told you that i would change, that i'd paint the sky violet for you, that i would
miss you, and i could
catch you a rainbow, or a heart beat, or star, or a smile, or whatever you want,
but 'whatever you want' was not me, and
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come join *project-improve !
Thanks for the
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I'm waiting on the world to give./I'm clinging onto Oxygen.
"If we're only doing it as well as we did last year, we're moving backwards" - Cavaliers '08
(Don't worry, these weird comments will die in the end, unless you perfer them)
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"People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within."
(I love weird comments.)
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your ribs are each
carefully strung together with
tattered, bloody ribbons.
you want to keep the swallows in.
[link]
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"People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within."
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A great photograph is a full expression of what one feels about what is being photographed in the deepest sense, and is, thereby, a true expression of what one feels about life in its entirety. ~Ansel Adams
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your ribs are each
carefully strung together with
tattered, bloody ribbons.
you want to keep the swallows in.
[link]
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