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A Fine Line between Living and Death
You do not exist anymore
Scientifically speaking,
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
Poetically speaking,
You live on through that funny anecdote
Or recipe, your legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
Therapeutically speaking,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me w...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
Dancing on the moon
You can hear the pitter patter of little feet
But they are stomping on the clouds when it rains
And know its pouring and every tear the sky shares you feel that pain
Its not the best feeling but you cant run
Dont you think we know your playing up there fishing for stars and cooking with the big dipper
Catching fire flys then throwing them across the sky making us make false wishes
...Tuesday 9th August 2016 6:00 am
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