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You used to be everything but now you are nothing
but a few scattered ashes. A distant memory.
An eraser and a notebook.
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Uploaded on Dec 4, 2011
Ship In a Bottle
I want to be the surgeon that cuts you open, that fixes all of life's mistakes.
I want to be the house that you were raised in, the only place that you feel safe.
I want to be the shower in the morning that wakes you up and makes you clean.
I know I'm just the weather against your window as you sleep through a winter's dream.
Someone's churning the Earth, someone's stirring the sky.
Every color at once in a column of lights.
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide.
The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye.
Don't adore what is impossible.
We have built this ship in a wine bottle,
but if you knew how it worked,
We'd have to grow old.
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Uploaded on Nov 13, 2011
