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feud
The broken strands weave their way into our hearts, They sleep for eternity feeding off the hate and fears. Into the night we seethe, into the night we rest evermore.
leap
Is it a leap of faith when someone jumps off a bridge? I'd like to think so. I can see all the hopes and fears hang like motes of dust in the air, telling me both good and evil.
wash
it's something to get clean again, to make the background white and maybe just a little pit plain. but that's always been the safe route, when things are boring. things to place the pieces over.
hawk
you were the only one i could really count on. you held me up when it mattered most, but you were always ready to drown me should i over step the trusted barriers that had been put into place. always watching like a hawk, always by me like a shadow.
string
I'm looking up, but the edges are soft and indistinct, and hiding the fact that we're not tied by fate, or hope, or even a fucking rope. All we have is this string. A hairs width that makes me feel dangerous.
clash
Eyes glint and teeth are barred, the tension is practically a physical entity in the room. We coo, and hush, and do our best at awkward smiles, but the clash begins regardless. Why are you such a lose cannon?
rocket
blow me away. take me up into outer-space like you were a rocket. We might find the moon, or come crashing back to the reality of it all.
lantern
A firefly in the distance dances slowly down the road. Moths hover near flickering in and out of existence with the flame. I place my hand on the glass and watch it blister.
sandwich
I wish I could have a sandwich, but it would just have to come back up again. I'm not skinny, but no one is at my age. We all seem to want what we just can't have.
kite
It's summer and it's windy, it's always windy here. Maybe I should just get used to that, but it's not like I've really had a say in it.
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