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10.24.10 Week One
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I won't always be this ghostly, or white, washed out or freaking close
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gray is my favorite color today because it sorta matches my mood anyway
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at the risk of sounding even more emo...
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I own the light
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Horizons and ice storms
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the promise breaker
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I have always thought that stars turn into white birds in the morning light & sleep with their heads under their wings until the dusk begins to walk through the streets.
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Finally, the couch...
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I'm considering nothing less than... world domination.
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Survival Training
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We've been here before
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I'm considering moving to someplace else where everything is different enough to be fun again
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The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
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This is not a book
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she finds a hole in the stone wall and on the other side of the wall, a voice. The voice comes through darkness and has no face. This voice becomes her mirror.
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This is the place...
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on the bright side
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wanderlust
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twisted
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Lately my hands they don't feel like mine My eyes been stung with dust and blind
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split
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Today is dead winter in the forgotten land that comes to visit me, with a cross on the map and a volcano in the snow
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I mainly like life to be orderly with a few goofy moments thrown in to remind me to be grateful for the quiet I have.
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your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers
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famous
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trying to hide behind glasses that don't work, but she can only do it so long before she gets a headache from not being able to see
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every poet is a cannibal, every artist is a thief
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Little by Little