I was blowing chalk dust,
like magic,
into words.
I adore you,
my
love.
I was shaping
home made
clouds.
I was lying in a forest
of tiny blades,
finding pictures of
your life.
Like voodoo,
silver linings were
becoming smudged eyeliner
and converse sneakers.
Cumulous masterpieces of
dreams
and days spent
so
very
awake.
Sidewalk chalk,
like
portraits
of a love.
Breathing in
dust
and exhaling
clouds
is a trick
you taught me
the day you said,
I love you.
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i believe that my life's gonna see,
the love i give return to me.
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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~xHausOfGagax
To think that chalk dust can be beautiful
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"Veni, Vidi, Vici"
~Julius Caesar
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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...we only begin to live when we conceive of life as tragedy...
coming home november. you should meet me at south station. we could have a slumber party.
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.metal.
i was happy to see something by you in my inbox. =]
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“And if waking up alone in a car is about as good as it gets I'll know I did my best, I know I did my best to be yours.”
GG Forum
GGM
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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