| Dragonflies and the agonizing blast from a gun.
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| Under a magnifying glass in the sun.
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| You ran fast and you won. |
| It takes time to heal a wing.
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| A hundred year old photograph doesn’t feel a thing.
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| Tracked courses. |
| The parable lacked sources.
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| Unbearable first memories of terrible black horses.
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| Question the funeral procession and the pageant.
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| The home we chose vs. the one that we imagined.
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| Break chains…
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| Make change…
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| Break chains…
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| I was boxing with a ghost and drawing maps
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| While bells were accidentally announcing the collapse.
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| Trial by journalist and crushed beneath heavy light.
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| Child’s handwriting: I cry for you every night.
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| … the lonely end. |
| I love you. |
| You’re my only friend.
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| Sailor vs. salesman and nothing bores a genius.
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| Oceans and time zones. |
| Six doors between us.
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| Eyes that burn holes through people and indignant hisses.
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| Alone in our rooms with cures for malignant kisses.
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| Oh my God. |
| Oh my god. |
| The broken man that cries, 'believe me'.
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| Merciless, the wind at night and scared to death, my eyes deceive me.
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| Tie my hands behind my back. |
| Question marks surround my head.
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| My legs know how to love someone. |
| Alas, there’s walls around my bed.
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| Over the phone, it’s good to know we’re not alone
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| With all the broken parts in the world and our own.
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| The sleeping ache. |
| All the messes that we make.
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| Sound, you can count on me to come around when you break. |