

the retrospectivewe were never sentimental we dont live romantically friendships were gateway drugs we heaved overconfidently ahead our recollections might be indistinct blurred through thundering white-cap water but those were the days you come find me airborne in the night im checking on the star you fashioned for me boys and girls hop onthe retrospective
our spectacle was entertaining but we were no artists bright fire tails this is life we're going to do it now we could have should have waited until we were older then what would we look back on school books c
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team zissou's last nightflying out to nowhere population two or three dazzling lights under the sea dancing to a rhythm can't keep the beat swim like a fishteam zissou's last night
breathe deep beads of sweat leave you lustrous in the dark clouds of superb confusion floating home slowly thanks for the dance


On the shoulderOur torn suitcases sit in the dust on the shoulder We're Ginsberg and Kerouac Playing with our poems, shocking those who pass us Thumbs stretched high as we are You told me we would be Kurt and Courtney Tattered sneakers kicking in the dirt Play emotional music and scream until we sweat Instead I've been directed to this run to freedom In the heart of the city I can't make myself feel surrounded I'm in love with strangers Because the people I know don't do it the way you did I'm a transient with style A wildman in the wood - stained face, mud kissed hair This year oOn the shoulder


I'm Jealous of Your PianoI'm hopelessly jealousI'm Jealous of Your Piano
of your piano because the nimble dance of your fingers as you play Moonlight Sonata upon my leg (and up my back) makes me forget there are four other senses.
I'm terribly jealous of your piano because when you play it, your face is rapt with such attention -- if you were to look at me like that I'd blush so deeply the blood rush would knock me out.
I'm outrageously jealous of your piano because of the countless hours you've dedicated to it. I wish all those hours had been spe
Devious Comments
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It ain't what you do, it's what it does to you.
Simon Armitage.
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Good things die all of the time
god bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"kiss me like you mean goodbye"
said the spider to the fly
all those times you thought that you were wrong,
you were right
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Good things die all of the time
god bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"kiss me like you mean goodbye"
said the spider to the fly
all those times you thought that you were wrong,
you were right
Your writing is really good, I hope you post more
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"You cannot save people, you can only love them." - Anaïs Nin
"Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé." -- "Le Petit Prince", Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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